Example 1:
If I become a gust of wind, I will dance with the birds in the sky, and I will invite the beautiful rosy clouds to walk in the sky. Mom, will you know me?
If your name is "son, where are you?" I will play by your side, I will gently lift a strand of your hair, but you don't know that your child is a gust of wind.
I am a breeze, and I won't bring any dust thieves to wipe the sweat on your forehead.
When you went to the yard with buckets and shovels to weed, I saw that your back was soaked with sweat. I am so distressed. I will rush forward, hug you and give you a ray of coolness of my body.
When the dark clouds come and it rains cats and dogs, and your clothes standing outside the house are wet with sweat, I will turn into a gust of wind and blow away the dark clouds. Let the sun shine again. Looking at the smile on your face, I smiled proudly. Because you don't know how brave your children are.
When the sun goes down and night falls, I lie on the tree and become your child again. I pretended to sleep. When you find me and pick me up from the tree, you will say, "you bad boy, you are so good at playing!" " "
At this time, my mouth secretly reminded me. In your opinion, I am so innocent.
Example 2:
If I become a white cloud, float in the blue sky for fun, become all kinds of lovely candy, smile and sing with birds and play with butterflies, mom, will you know me?
If you shout, "Son, where are you?" I will smile quietly, always on your head, so that you can't feel the intensity of the sun at all.
When you do housework, you will find a changing cloud in the sky, but you will wonder, is this your child?
When you eat and watch TV series, I will quietly block all the light and darken the room.
But can you guess that your child did it?
When the sun goes down, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again. Please play with me.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
"Guess for yourself!" That's what you and I were trying to say.
Example 3:
If I become a laurel tree, swaying in the wind. Mom, you water me, let me grow up slowly, the trunk becomes thicker, and it is no longer blown by the breeze. But, mom, can you guess that I am your well-watered osmanthus tree?
If you shout, "Son, where are you?" Come to my shade. Look, this is your child.
I will quietly spread my branches and watch you work.
When you have lunch and sit at the window reading, I will stretch out lush branches and leaves to hold up an umbrella for you to block the dazzling sunshine.
After the rain, you will smile when you see that the branches and leaves I watered are more lush. And I, too, laughed there, but didn't say a word.
When you feel tired, I will release osmanthus fragrance and float around you. You will smell the flowers and relieve the fatigue of the day, but you don't know that the fragrance comes from me.
When you walk into the yard again and look up at the bright moon, I can't help falling to the ground and becoming your child again, asking you to play with me.
"You child, I haven't seen you all day. Where have you been? "
"I haven't left you all day, mom." Seeing your inexplicable appearance, I am laughing again.
Tagore's golden flower:
If I become a golden flower, for fun, I will grow on a tall branch, swing in the air with a smile and dance on new leaves. Mom, will you know me?
If you yell, "Where are you, son?" I snickered there, but didn't say a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When taking a bath, my wet hair hung over my shoulders and walked through the shade of golden flowers. When you walk to the yard, you will smell the flowers, but you don't know that the fragrance comes from me.
When you sit at the window after lunch and read a book, the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees. I will cast my little shadow on your page, where you are reading. But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?
When you go to the cowshed with a lamp at dusk, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again. Please tell me a story.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
"I won't tell you, mom." That's what you and I were trying to say.