Window
The wind is cold
The leaves at the top of the branches swayed alone in the cold wind
Strong, persistent
indoors
The kids are around
Or insert blocks, or play with cars, or scribble at will
Or listen to the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Happiness knows no bounds
Plenty of heating and just right for the sun
The flowers on the windowsill are red and green
It's spring indoors
The leaves could no longer resist the temptations of the interior
Break free of branches and throw away attachments
Straight to the window without hesitation
Knock on the fan to try in
I pushed the window to pick it up
The leaves are heart-shaped, crimson in color, clear in lines, and lightly fragrant in the nose
This is a leaf, this is clearly a genie
A spring-crawling elf!
I marveled at the choice of leaves
Stick to the cold, do not fear the wind and rain, do not follow the waves
Peeping for a long time
Just for the dream in your heart:
Born in the spring and fallen in the spring and melted in the spring
Life and death only for spring!
I respectfully picked up the leaves and gently brushed away the dust
Again, look at it
She is such a dignified euphemism
Again, it was so stubborn
Find tools and make specimens
Placed on the table, become eternal
Always with the kids
Forever in the spring
I was pleasantly surprised
I've been alive in the spring
