Stories of spring, bedtime stories

Mimi, an ant, is lying in a warm bed, holding a big book-a dead leaf, reading with relish: Spring is coming, the grass is green, the flowers are blooming, and the swallows are flying back from afar.

It can't help asking its mother: Mom, why don't I see spring? Spring is really interesting.

Mom said: you were sick at that time and missed the opportunity. However, spring will come again soon.

Oh, spring, come on! Mimi thought.

Little snowflakes are fluttering, and Mimi is still reading that big book. Because this is a book about spring.

Mom said: Watch your eyes!

Mimi said, it doesn't matter.

Mimi's partner Pippi is here.

Pippi said, Mimi, let's drill a hole in the tree. It is deep, safe and warm, and the scenery inside is not bad.

Mimi said, well, it's not as interesting as my book. Spring is coming. Let's go drilling again.

Pippi left, and his mother scolded Mimi: Pippi is your good friend, so don't neglect him.

Mimi said: We have many opportunities.

When spring came, Mimi finally put down her books. It wants to have a good look at the beautiful scenery, but its heel eyes are nearsighted. Mimi put her head into the petals of a winter jasmine and said, Yo. Are you a beige leaf? Yingchun said: No, I am Yingchun.

Mimi said, wow, it's beautiful. The scenery in spring is really beautiful.

Mimi goes to Pippi's house and wants to see flowers with Pippi.

Pippi's mother told Mimi that Pippi had gone to school far away.

Mimi is very sad. When she got home, Mimi said, Mom, you are right.

Mom said: What do you mean? Mimi is too sad to speak.

Mimi doesn't look at flowers, grass, rivers or birds. She looked at a tree.

Mimi looked at it and muttered, hey, which tree hole is Pippi's?