Imitation of Tagore's Golden Flower should be original.

If I become a white cloud, floating in the high sky, riding on the back of a bird, singing a happy song and playing with a butterfly, mom, do you know me?

You looked for me everywhere, but I hid in the sky and looked at you without saying a word, laughing in my heart.

I will cover your head and block the hot sun for you.

When you are correcting students' homework, you will find a white Xiaoyun watching you at the window, but you won't know that cloud is the embodiment of your daughter.

When you leave the room tired and ready to go shopping, I will follow you everywhere and not let you know.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, you cooked dinner, and I came home, so I bid farewell to the beautiful sky and became your daughter again. Please play games with me.

You will ask reproachfully, "Where have you been, you naughty boy?" How can I go home now? "

"It's a secret, Mom." At that time, I would answer with such a grin.

If I were a star, hanging in the high night sky for fun and dancing in the clouds with a smile, mom, would you know me?

If you can't find me, "Where have you been, son?" I snickered there, but didn't say a word.

I want to shine in the high sky and look at you.

After dinner, the wind blows your hair, and you walk through the Woods and on the path. I blinked. You can see the faint light, but you don't know it's my light.

When you sit in the backyard and look at the "stars" under the moon, my faint light falls on the book and casts it on the page, which is where you are reading.

But can you guess that this light is just a small shadow of your baby?

When you opened the door with a book, I suddenly fell to the ground and became me again-your child, holding your skirt.

"Where have you been, naughty boy?" You broke my nose.

"It's a secret, Mom." That's what I want to tell you.