"Mr. Morning" rewritten

The fog in the morning is really big! On the misty land, like a layer of tulle, the golden fields, the heavy ears of the grain, and the small villages far and near are covered. The white clouds in front of you, like silk ribbons, entangled in the trees, in the fields, the world seems to be in the illusion.

There was silence between heaven and earth, and suddenly, a loud whistle broke the silence. Then there was a loud whip. I saw a little boy wearing a golden straw hat and bare feet. He was happily driving a group of ducks. He waved his whip from time to time and jumped to the river. Go away.

When I came to the river, the little boy drove the duck to the river and threw himself into the water. Some ducks use their feet to splash the water, and some are looking for food. I saw that it had its head down and its tail facing up. After a while, it lifted its head and some were fighting for food. Not long after, they were drowned in the morning fog. I only heard the joyful screams and pastoral voices of the ducks, and the pastoral voices were clear and passed to the horizon.

A good morning picture!

Third grade: Li Yan