Tree story

In spring, flowers bloom, birds and flowers, spring water.

I-tree, sprouting in this beautiful spring, looking at the decimal buds around me. With the help of the wind sister, we danced in the wind. At this time, a mother and a son came. The little boy saw us and said to his mother: Mom, these little saplings are dancing. He raised his head and proudly said his discovery to his mother.

Autumn, the fruit is so tired, I - the tree grows into a towering tree, and the leaves on my head fly from the sky with the help of the autumn wind mother. I know that these leaves will grow into saplings in the spring, and they will stage a fantasy story...

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