Wind, shaking branches, water, bleaching duck feathers, looking forward to the whole winter, you see, spring is coming! Let's put on spring clothes, like a bird with new feathers, flying over the Woods and hills, full of spring laughter.
Seeing the first butterfly flying, it pulled my feet; I grabbed it happily and released it lovingly.
I couldn't help jumping for joy when I saw the first daisy in full bloom. Xiaohua, do you still recognize me? Look how big I've grown!
Come to the branch that fell last year and wait for it to spit out new green shoots; Then wake up the sleeping stream, listen to it sing and run with you.
Tired from walking, I lay on the field with the bright sunshine above my head. Who scratched my cheek? Ah, green grass grows around me. ...
kite
Spring. There is a broken kite hanging on my open window. That shiny nylon thread keeps flying in the spring breeze.
Kite, kite, who is your little master? )
I guess the children who fly kites must be very happy and disappointed; His kite once flew to the twelfth floor, but it hung upside down and fell with the wind.
Kite, kite, I want to find your little master. )
I took off this kite and accidentally found the young master's name; Kites are made of test papers, and I also found the failing score!
Don't ask, don't ask, I don't want to say his name. )
He is a little neighbor of mine and lives on the third floor of the building opposite. Tomorrow, I will invite him for a spring outing and return this kite to him by the way.
(Of course, there are other things to talk about ...)
green bristlegrass
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!
Specifically, Let the Sun Grow Wings is a collection of poems by Jin Bo.