A small petal, falling on the lake, only getting a circle. A small little, puff it into your mother, but open a house laugh.
You see me clearly, I also saw you. But why do you want to run away, the black eyes of the wild rabbit? Now, only the sun is in June and I am together ... I will turn into a long flora strawberry, hiding in the grass in the forest, until you find the scent, come to pick me up .
The windows in the sky are round. In the evening, the mother forgot to pull the curtains, and filled with golden lights. My mother also forgot to pull the curtain. When the child in the sky, will it also treat the windows of my house as a party?
The white clouds in the sky have become bigger, the brothers on the grass becomes smaller; only the tree trunk of the old tree is still so thick, then bend. I am like it: bow is moving, looking at the day. The white clouds in the sky floated, the brothers on the grass fell asleep; only the leaves of the old trees were still shaking gently in the sun. I will work with them, wait, go back to the ground.
A small white velvet flower, the wind blows, it will not be seen.
