Today, I took a group of second-grade cuties to learn silkworm culture, and I was looking at the museum and observing the sprouting mulberry trees up close, and painting on the cocoons... Busy sweating and hungry, the happiest time has come: find a lawn, spread out the picnic blanket prepared by my father, I will give you two blueberries, you give me a watermelon, all kinds of candy are flying all over the sky; The milk juice and happy water carried all the way in the bag were not to quench thirst, and the little brother who sold ice fruit drinks greeted the children in the whole class and cheered with yuan. The well-fed human cubs began to pet (scourge) all kinds of small animals: the lambs were already afraid of them, and they shrunk in the corner with how tender little greens they held in their hands, and did not dare to move; The male peacock with a beautiful tail has already pulled his head and is eager to stuff into the dead grass to avoid the sound wave of a large number of children: you pat me, come and pat you for me... Keep repeating and repeating, oh my God! The grandma who feeds the small animals is so helpless that she doesn't know how to refuse, and a boy didn't buy anything, and stuffed the hundred pieces saved by not buying food and drink into the grandmother's hands to buy the little white rabbit that was just born and was not as big as the palm of his hand... The temperature soared from single digits in the morning to 26 degrees, and I was holding my down jacket, sweating my tanned cheeks, and I felt young with a smile.
