Write 350-word poems and articles.

I recall that when I was a child, I could look straight at the sun with my eyes wide open and my eyesight was excellent. Every time I meet something small, I have to observe its texture carefully, so I can often feel the happiness beyond the thing itself. On summer nights, mosquitoes make thunderous calls. I compare them to cranes flying in the air. When I think about it, there are really hundreds of white cranes ahead. Looking up at them, even the neck became stiff. I left a few mosquitoes in the white curtain, slowly spraying smoke, making them fly and screaming at the smoke, forming a picture of a white crane in Qingyun, which really made me feel very happy.

I often squat in places with uneven earth walls and flowers, so that my body is as high as the table and I observe it carefully. I regard bushes as forests, insects and mosquitoes as beasts, the protruding parts of clods as hills, and the sunken parts as gullies. I will visit this realm with my imagination, which is pleasant and satisfying.

One day, I saw two bugs fighting in the grass. I squatted down to observe. I am very interested. Suddenly, a huge beast came from the mountain and fell from the tree. It turned out to be a frog. When its tongue spit out, it ate both bugs. At that time, I was still very young, so fascinated that I couldn't help but exclaim. When he came to his senses, he caught the frog, whipped it dozens of times and drove it to other yards.