Not long ago, I walked along the beautiful Lishui River and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. Green reeds, green meadows and colorful wild flowers twisted their waists and danced briskly in the breeze. I was completely intoxicated by the beautiful scenery. Standing in the wind, several poems blurted out: "The Lishui River is beautiful, and the green reeds stick their heads out. Look, look, look, wild flowers are everywhere. " "good!" My sister standing next to me shouted. After returning to China, I published this poem on Xiao He's composition website, which was well received by everyone. So, from that day on, I set myself a special task-writing at least one poem every week.
Yesterday was Saturday, and I was worried about new subjects. At this time, my father said to my sister and me, "Go out to play for a while, or you can find a new theme!" " ""good! " My sister and I said in unison. When we came to the river, Manning and her sister chased the shared birds, and the wind gently blew on our faces. Suddenly, I had a flash of light and began to conceive new poems in my little head. I played with them absently for a while, and then dragged my sister home in a hurry.
As soon as I got home, I turned on the computer and typed in a poem I had conceived:
Les fils du vent
Who is Feng's child?
I searched in my dreams,