The dewdrops stepped on the crystal ball, rolling from this leaf to that leaf, from this petal to that petal, and a sweet voice floated in the air:
"Spring is coming, have you told the little tree? Does the grass know it, and is getting ready to sprout!"
"The wind is coming, have you told the little tree? Does the grass know it, and is getting ready to sprout!" ! ”
The grass and trees all opened their eyes, raised their tender little fists, and let Sister Crystal dance in their house. Spring is here, spring is here, the morning dew is shaken off, and the fields are covered with green pearls. Grandma Feng came from far and wide, singing happy songs.
The little leaves are leaning against each other, playing and rustling. The grasses are holding hands and chirping, and the little raindrops are touching their heads, ticking. . . . .
Green dreams, start from here