News of spring

The wind shakes the green branches of the trees, and the water bleaches the duck's feathers. I have been looking forward to it all winter. Look, spring has arrived! Let us put on spring clothes, like birds put on new feathers, fly through the woods, fly up the hills, there is spring laughter everywhere.

When I saw the first butterfly flying, it pulled my feet; I caught it happily and let it go with love.

When I see the first daisy blooming, I can’t help but jump with joy. Little flower, do you still recognize me? Look how much taller I have grown!

Come to the branch where last year’s leaves fell, and wait for it to spit out new green buds; then wake up the sleeping stream, listen to it sing, and run with you.

When I was tired from walking, I lay on the field with the bright sun shining above my head. Who tickled my cheek? Ah, green grass sprouts around me again...

Kite

Spring. Hanging from my open window was a kite with its string broken. The shining nylon thread fluttered and fluttered in the spring breeze.

(Kite, kite, who is your little master?)

I guess the child flying the kite must be happy and disappointed; his kite has flown on these twelve It's a tall building, but it's hanging upside down and drifting in the wind.

(Kite, kite, I want to find your little master.)

I took off this kite and unexpectedly found the name of the little master; The paper was made of paste, and I also found the failing score!

(Don’t ask, don’t ask, I don’t want to say his name.)

He is one of my little neighbors who lives on the third floor of the building opposite. . Tomorrow, I will ask him to go on a spring outing and give him back this kite.

(Of course, let’s talk about other things...)

Setaria

Those red wild flowers. Purple wildflowers. The blue wild flowers are gone. Here, there is only a piece of green grass left.

Everyone else has picked the flowers, teacher, what about me? Why, just grab a handful of foxtail grass for me?

I pouted and looked at the handful of foxtail grass. I saw it in the teacher's hand, fluttering, shaking, fluttering, jumping, and after a while, it turned into a little one. The dog was given to me, and I pursed my lips and smiled; after a while, it turned into a kitten, and was given to me, and I clapped my hands and jumped; after a while, it turned into a fluffy bird, and was given to me, and I lifted it up. Flying around with it!

...From that day on, we all also liked Setaria, because our little hands became as dexterous as the teacher’s hands!

To be specific, "Let the Sun Grow Wings" is a collection of poems by Jin Bo