Mom,look at those willows!The green scarf of voile,which I lost last year,is picked up by all their twig...
(Bud)
A small penpoint,dipping the ms snow,paints a soft yellow tone of spring...
(Paper boat)
I want a willow leaf to make a boat in green,a plays with the white cloud in the blue pond of skys refle.
I want a peach flower to make a boat in pink, a carrys the setting sun on the golden river of afterglows brink.
But,its still raining...
So I make a little paper boat,a float with a rill of rain water,verging all the silver drops,to look for a new ti in colorful coat.
(rain)
Rain,rain,rain,light and thin,drizzled ooh and the woe, sprinkled otle flowers and grass-blades,and spilt all over the roof of my home.
Dont go out now,my little brother!t you see?The sky is whispering some secrets to the earth with its strings.
(Rosy cloud)
I think the sky is also a child who loves drawing and careless--just like me.
Look--it must overturs palette last night. In……（内容加载失败！）
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