Pupils write their own poems to praise edible fungi.

A mushroom doll on tiptoe.

I heard a story from my mother yesterday.

on land

Birds are singing.

When the wind blows

Stretch.

It has grown taller.

Stick out your head and look around quietly.

The sound of crying or vomiting

It turns out that my sister is next to me.

She stared, too.

look at me

She wants to call me brother.

Huh? It turns out that students in our primary school

All around me.

Look at me curiously.

Like a flock of lambs