Lesson 9, Book 2, Grade 5 Imitates childhood ink painting and writes water plays.

There is a big green umbrella on the tree, and a group of white pigeons are dancing and singing in the shade. The sun is watching quietly in the leaves, and thousands of eyes are woven into a bare net, as if the old tree is getting younger, beating drums and clapping hands again and again. Butterflies stop on the green leaves and flap their wings slightly, while dragonflies fly quietly in the sun. Green grass covered the whole clearing, and naughty children played with each other and laughed into the whole grass. "Ha ha ha-""Ha ha ha-"The water drops under the banyan tree rolled on the green lotus leaf, and frogs croaked rhythmically. Clusters of branches and leaves are covered with banyan trees, and I want to taste the books under the tree. I didn't know I was in reality, but I was intoxicated in a beautiful fairyland. Wow-childhood is like an ink painting, free and carefree. I was intoxicated with it and wrote beautiful music.