Those red wildflowers. Purple wildflowers. Blue wildflowers, all gone. Here, there is only a meadow left.
Everyone else picked flowers. What about me, teacher? What, you just caught me a handful of green bristlegrass?
I pursed my lips and looked at a handful of green bristlegrass I saw it in the teacher's hand, flopping, shaking, flopping and jumping. After a while, it turned into a puppy and gave it to me. I smiled. After a while, I turned into a kitten and gave it to me. I clapped my hands and jumped down. After a while, it turned into a furry bird and gave it to me. I'm flying around with it!
..... From that day on, we all like green bristlegrass, because our little hands have become as dexterous as the teacher's hands!
Stars and flowers
Kimbo
I like summer best.
Flowers are everywhere;
Here's one,
There is one,
There are more stars in the sky.
At night,
The flowers are asleep,
I counted the stars in the sky:
Here's one,
There is one,
There are more flowers on the ground.
sway
British Stevenson
Do you like swinging?
Swing in the blue sky?
I think children like to play on swings.
No game can match!
Fly into the sky, swing over the fence,
I see that the world is so vast,
Trees, rivers, cattle and sheep,
Endless fields and villages ...
The green garden is at my feet,
Rows of brown roofs,
I flew into the sky on the swing again,
Flying around is not tiring!
It's time to get up!
British Stevenson
A yellow-billed bird,
Jump on the windowsill,
Staring at bright eyes and chirping:
"Is it shameful to sleep late?"
Is it short enough? I don't want to pay. I do good deeds without leaving my name, hoping to bring you benefits!