Two poems

Two poems

□ Li Chengshuang, a third-grade class of the National Foreign Language School of Sichuan Normal University

Look, there is a white cloud floating on the day.

Some unfolded its white hands, revealing two small horns, like a lamb; some wearing blue dresses, shaking and shaking like a balloon; others like a boat, wanting Fly with people to a farther, more beautiful sky.

I really want to grab the line and fly to the sky with the balloon. But I would like to take the boat and go to see my sister...

In the spring, when the breeze touched the earth affectionately, the grass stretched out and waking up from the wet soil. The flowers opened their own colorful skirts, revealing a smile.

In the summer, when the wind blew across the pond, the water droplets on the river danced.

In the autumn, when the gentle wind blew through the vegetable garden, the vegetables and fruits will be harvested.

In the winter, when the cold wind came to the earth again, everything was covered with a layer of white quilt and entered a dream...

Sichuan Foreign Language Experimental Foreign Language School, Qingyang District, Chengdu, Sichuan (small third grade: Li Zhanshuang