morning mist
The forest is filled with morning fog and the smell of trees.
When it is thick and light, it condenses into dew on the leaves.
Rolling and merging into a huge dewdrop.
Wrap the forest in a green dream
The birds are still sleeping and the grass is still snoring.
In the pocket-shaped cobwebs, there is only dew.
Half a butterfly's wings are flashing.
Dew deepened the shadow, in the forest
There is a quiet sound of water dripping everywhere.
In the distant mountains, the morning light has gradually appeared in the form of sediment.
The tin roof is wet and the smoke in the kitchen is wet.
I don't know how long it will take for insects to get out from behind the leaves.
Open the leaves, dry the wings, rustle and sing.
2. Modern children's insect poems, each with three paragraphs.
1. Spring bird is a good partner of Golden Voice.
Every morning.
Wake me up from my dream.
Mom said that the birds in spring are calling me.
She asked me to go to the big forest with her.
Listen to the moving chorus of nature
2. Bamboo shoots
calmly
Arch out of the ground
I want to inquire about it
In spring
The secret of tree green
The news of flowers blooming
Natural goods