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I am from the blue sky, I grew up laughing in the shadow of the clouds. I have a crystal body in the sun. The spring breeze handed in the invitation of April, and the flower buds to be held attracted me. The long hair of the cow called me.

I am coming, I want to kiss the earth with excitement and curiosity. No, still can't! Before I die, I want to appreciate the world. I want to kiss the tender faces of the children; I want to see the new seedlings of the cold winter; I want to sniff the fragrance of the blooming flowers; I want to hear the songs of the melting glaciers.

I really came, I was swaying and weaving a silky net, like a mother knitting a sweater and singing. I gently sprinkled happiness and coolness on the earth. This is a baptism I gave to the land of April.

I saw it. It was the backs of the peasant uncles who drove the whips to drive the cows. My body began to blend with their foreheads. I laughed, bitter and sweet with a bit of salty sweat; the children gathered at the door to squeeze the clay, and the children covered with mud were laughing, I gently patted their tender face and kissed the blush Dimples.

I finally heard it, the sly stream shook the jumping notes, I laughed, and the little waves brought me into the stream. Children, stretch out your little hands and touch this clear stream, let me slip through your fingertips with the flow of water.

I am greedy rain, I am greedy for the scenery of April, I enjoy the smile that people bring to me; I am a playful rain, I will not go back to the land of April, I will keep me in the face of spring. No scruples; I am a sleepy rain, I love to take this land and fall asleep. I am a rain, a child of the earth, and I hope that my arrival will bring you joy.

When the sky appears a rainbow, it is the moment you smile.

The third grade of Tanshi Junior High School in Jiangshan City, Zhejiang Province: Xu Yangjiao

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