I am a drop of raindrops

In the early morning of this morning, in this refreshing day, in this world of birds and flowers. I came to a world of peace and softness and sincereness.

I settled down on a beautiful little flower. It has been rainy and rainy for a long time, so I am rested in the "little flower house" that makes me pleasing. At night, there was a burst of fragrant flowers that accompanied me to sleep. In the morning, the breath of flowers calls for me to wake up.

In the drizzle, there was no trace of sunlight that penetrated the thick clouds. Listen, the sound of the ticking is playing in my ear, the brisk rhythm, like the joy of a raindrop. In this rainy day, the birds are still mourning the poems, like a sentimental poet, and a wanderer outside, the poem is filled with the desire for home. Look, those delicate roses, like blood and red, they sway in the wind, swinging the enchanting figure. The surrounding sunflowers were not protected by sunlight, and they became extremely fragile under the wind and rain, and lowered his heavy head. It smells, a mixture of earth and earth is filled with the smell of flowers in the air. This fresh smell is plunging into our nose and also into our hearts. Let everyone be refreshed.

On the night of dark nights, I fell into a dream with the rain.

Woke up the next morning, a glare of light sprinkled on me, the sun came, the sun came, which means I will leave here.

I started to fall in love with everything here: Butterfly Girl, did you fly into my home to dance for me? Bee younger brother, are you flying to my side to make me and your poetry? Wind brother, you gently blow the fog away, illuminate all the colors, so that the picture is only shining. You lead the way for dandelion and open a life for her. In the creek, you impact a piece of sharp rock, let the rock be polished by water and time, and become a smooth cobblestone. Creek, are you a natural craftsman?

Sixth grade: Sun Xinyi