The beautiful words and expressions in your article and the delicate description of children's movements are worth learning. I seem to be the child sitting on the hillside reading picture books with his back against the roots, thriving under the bath of spring. Looking at the beautiful scenery next to Zhichun Pavilion, the golden dandelions on the roadside are dazzling, bees are singing in colorful flowers, butterflies are flying in the blue sky, golden-winged birds are whispering in the trees shaded by green leaves, and Huangyu is shivering in the spring breeze. I ran to the yard of Yulantang again, enjoying the fragrant begonia flowers in bud, running as fast as I could, like a free bird, forgetting all my troubles.
Grandma Bing Xin, I have read a lot of your articles, and your description of childlike innocence is so pure and simple. As the saying goes: "Spring blossoms, learning is in youth." I want to tell you that we are all flowers of the motherland, and we will certainly live up to your expectations. Study hard now, make contributions to the motherland when you grow up and become a pillar of the country!