The moist east wind swept across the empty fields and roared in the bamboo forests.
I don't know where to drill out clusters of flowers and dance happily on the grass.
Mom, I really think flowers are spent in underground schools.
They do their homework with the door closed. If they go out to play before school, the teacher will let them stand in the corner of the classroom.
When it rains, they have a holiday.
Branches in the Woods collide with each other, green leaves rustle in the strong wind, dark clouds in the sky clap their hands, and children skip out of the school gate, dressed in yellow, red and white.
Do you know that?/You know what? Mom, their home is in the sky. Where do the stars live?
Don't you see how much they want to go to heaven? You don't know why they left in such a hurry
Of course, I can guess who they raised their arms to: they also have a mother, just like I have a mother.