The evening breeze is hidden in the flowers, no longer whistling, no longer noisy, as quiet as sleeping. In fact, it is talking to flowers. I want to have a house, a home, a father and a mother.
This children's poem was written by Grandpa Jin Bo, a famous children's writer in China. The poem describes that when the evening breeze doesn't blow, it hides in the flowers, just like pouring out his wishes to the red flowers and green leaves. Green leaves and red flowers are friendly and helpful to others. Their parents who are willing to be the evening breeze have given it a home. A very common natural phenomenon, written so delicately and tactfully, is touching.