When the weather is fine, barefoot, holding hands, stepping on fields and wading in streams. The sunset pushes away the haze, and the stream is dizzy in the warm wind. Look at the dark green moving in the mountains-the footprint of the cloud-it is wandering.
After the spring rain, colorful rainbows appeared in the sky, like an endless belt woven by a bunch of flowers, embroidered on a blue skirt. The sun smiled, the earth woke up, and the wheat seedling's stomach bulged. It straightened up and wanted to jump.