Rain,rain,rain,light and thin,drizzled on the stone path and the wood bridge, sprinkled on the little flowers and grass-blades,and spilt all over the roof of my home.

My sister,may you take me out to play tomorrow?

I wish I could become a spider...Oh,how I want to weave a silver hammock among the primroses!

One by one under the pool,the musical notes are together dreaming a green ballad of future.

I think the sky is also a child who loves drawing and careless--just like me.

This is a secre九*九*藏*書t in moms washtub,no one but I know--The soap bubbles make the earth blooming in seven colors of sun,as they wave to and fro.

I want a peach flower to make a boat in pink, and let it carrys the setting sun on the golden river of afterglows brink.

Oh,say no more, I understand!

Sis,Why these petals fly away?

But,its still raining...

In early morning,the hazel hill was not aroused by the first sunshine;sleeping in the humid bosk,the loquacity cuckoo only mumbled once in a while.In the blear and still air,suddenly,a green crisp sound ishttps://read.99csw.com beginning to echo.

Dont go out now,my little brother!Cant you see?The sky is whispering some secrets to the earth with its strings.

I want a willow leaf to make a boat in green,and let it plays with the white cloud in the blue pond of skys reflection.

And the spring accept his song with a bright smile.

Swallows are also busy now.Every year they make a new coat for spring with their tails.

Where does the fresh flowers come from?

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The wind of March like dancing on the clouds.Who give it the wings and the light clothes?--Lets go and fly a kite together,so youll find the answer.

It was drizzling all night long...Under the first sunshine of morning,the flowers in the garden all open their doors and windows to flaunt their pearls and diamonds.

They are delivering the springs colors to the empty sky,arent they?

This is a secret in moms washtub,no one but I know--Childrens breath bring the wind of spring,as they softly blow and blow.

That is a rompish child by roadside,playing a greenness grass-blade to make a whistle.

The sky of March is so high and light.Who can tie it down with a fine thread?--Lets go and fly a kite together,so youll find the answer.

A small penpoint,dipping the mornings snow,paints a soft yellow tone of spring...

Who bring us the warm air?

Mom,look at those willows!The green scarf of voile,which I lost last year,is picked up by all their twig...

Ant,ant,why you always crawling at the corner of wall?You take a sun ray through the crack of brick as 九_九_藏_書a blob of honey,dont you?

Look--it must overturned its palette last night. In this morning,on its face without cleaning,here and there are so many rosy and golden paints!

Oh,dont worry about the weather!It wont rain...Hey,guess,who eat the clouds in sky completely?

Why,white fleuret,you still keep your gate closedown?

Grandma is always busy.Every day she makes many paper-cut with a pair of scissors.

shh,a little drenched beetle came to my house last evening.And now It is still sleeping in here.Look, with a coverlet of delicate aroma,what a sweet dream it is having!