2017.12.16 wind

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Mother hung the washed clothes on the rope.

The dragonfly came to have a look and left.

The butterfly came to see it and left.

Baiyun came to see it and left.

Only the wind is the most curious,

Put it on quietly—

Dad's coat and pants,

Mom's shirt and skirt,

Brother's uniform and shoes.

They looked at each other strangely,

I laughed out of breath.

Oh, the wind is so naughty-

Took my towel and handkerchief,

Wiped my sweat,

Throw them all on the ground.

Took my sister's round hat,

Roll away like a hoop,

It took me a long time to get back.

I feel that this little poem is full of childlike interest. Reading and reading, we will see: on a sunny afternoon, the young mother is drying her freshly washed clothes, and the children around her are helping her to hand over the clothes. At this time, a sudden gust of wind blew away her sister's hat, and the children were busy chasing it ... Everything was so warm and covered in golden sunshine: on a warm afternoon, dragonflies flew to catch insects, butterflies danced, and there were long white clouds, pairs.