I am a watermelon seed

I am a little watermelon seed. Ever since I got out of my mother's belly, I stayed in the pockets of the garbage with many brothers and sisters. A little bird sang a song and flew over. We begged: "Birds, birds, you take us to the soil to settle down!" The bird brought many good friends, and they sent us together to different places. .

I was taken under a pine tree in a forest where many birds and squirrels settled on the tree. I am very satisfied with my home, I am happy to get into the soil. Every morning, the little birds will sing for me in the trees; 蜻蜓 fly to tell me the dreams I made last night; the butterflies dance for me; the squirrels bring me sweet dew; and my younger brother also helps me loose the soil...

Spring is here, I grew a little green shoot, and the little white rabbit and the little gray rabbit brought me delicious fertilizer. I sucked it greedily. I hope that I can bear up the heavy fruits at an early date, so that I can return everyone with a sweet and big watermelon.

After a month or so, my vines covered the pine trees overhead and carefully dressed the squirrels and birds into beautiful watermelon houses. The green leaves become radiant in the sunshine. The Larks organized a large group of small animals in the forest to sing and dance and gave me a grand talent show to celebrate my growth. At this moment, I feel that I am the happiest and happiest of all watermelon seeds.

After a few days, I grew up with Huang Chengcheng's flowers, making the home of squirrels and birds more beautiful. Many butterflies and bees come to help me pollinate. When it was summer, I made a little bit of watermelon, and I grew harder.

Finally, summer is here, my fruit is gradually maturing. I asked the squirrel to help me distribute my fruit to every small animal in the forest, thanking them for their help; I gave the biggest three watermelons to the squirrels, the birds, the little rabbits and the little gray rabbits. Because they give me the most help, without them, I will not thrive.

Autumn is coming, my leaves are gone, my body is yellow, and soon I am withered. All the animals in the forest came to see me off. They were very sad. The birds collected all the watermelon seeds left by the animals and planted them around the pine trees to commemorate me.

In the second year, a group of young birds moving south passed through the forest and saw a large green watermelon vine covered with pine trees.

The third day: Shen Xiaok