Poetry in the fourth grade: Tianlan _ 100 words

The sky is blue, blue. Looking up at the sky, I think far and far. I still remember last winter, when snowflakes fell from the sky, my brother and I were surprised to find that each snowflake had its own appearance. My brother said, The taste of snow is sweet, ..................................................................................................................................................................... I hope, I hope, that under this sky blue sky, there will be some snow, even a few pieces. Because, my brother said the smell of snow, I also want to taste it.