Squirrel poem

kite

Invisible lines fly in the sky.

Up and down

Are you tired?

She is carefree and smooth.

I hope it is a kite.

There is no line-pulling pendant.

I can fly.

Accompanied by the wind

goldfish

Swim and swim

The most beautiful side

Make waves.

Swim and swim

Transparent spray

many people

Praise her.

Very proud

squirrel

Winter doesn't belong to me

dislike

Store snacks

People don't belong to me.

dislike

Affect my work

Winter belongs to me.

There is snow.

And my footprints.