Warm spring day is more than a dream season, spring's dreams are colorful, beautiful. Dream of green grass with soft, colorful flowers, a charming dream, the dream of the blue a pure stream. And that little girl alone disease, as a sweet dream garden in the spring, and no longer feel alone.
She could not go to kindergarten because of illness, because Mom and Dad go to work, she could only one person stay at home with her and her only as the lonely doll.趴在窗台上 she used to look at the scenery, that little side window, her eyes towards the outside world.
She often looked lost in the clouds blossoming blue sky, amazed at the sky, so many naughty child, she want to become a cloud, floating in the blue sky, so the sky children. Many of the clouds are her brothers and sisters, they hide and seek with the sun, carrying the stars with the lights around, listening to the wind sings a lullaby together, and then quietly sleeping in the embrace of the sky.
Large willow tree in the window, waving it gently to her. Listen to her that willow tree bigger than the mother's age, many girls prefer to call it Willow grandfather. Willow grandfather in the long beards how many stories? "Once upon a mountain, the mountain there is a hole, the hole there lived ... ..." the story of Grandpa willow bird most like to hear it? ! Look, willow grandfather standing on the shoulders of so many lovely birds, which bird it is yourself?
Some beautiful butterflies flutter fly window, landed on the grass not far from the flowers, she can not tell which is the flower which is a butterfly, she always thought that butterflies are flying flower, is off the fairies as mortal It is a beautiful spirit. Butterflies are flowers friend, my friend is also a flower. "Looking for, ah, ah look, find friends, find a good friend, King shook hands a ceremony Yeah, you're my friend." Flower and you hear that? Wind gently through her window, the flowers nodding to her, she laughed.
Dolls you hear? The little girl looked at her arms and her lonely like the dolls, said gently: "good little, I will be your mother, and I will always be with you, let you alone!" No one knows, That spring the little girl's loneliness, but also did not know, that spring, the little girl how to weave their own fairy tale, of course, did not know that it was a little girl fairy what kind of happiness.
The little girl was once me, now I have already a child of the mother. Red Dust in the long walk, I often feel tired, across the vast sea of humanity, I still feel lonely, in the face I long grass birds are flying blind. Dolls that my memory is still warm, I have not forgotten her promise. That the spring can not come back, that dream of spring, like falling in the wind is blowing out.
She could not go to kindergarten because of illness, because Mom and Dad go to work, she could only one person stay at home with her and her only as the lonely doll.趴在窗台上 she used to look at the scenery, that little side window, her eyes towards the outside world.
She often looked lost in the clouds blossoming blue sky, amazed at the sky, so many naughty child, she want to become a cloud, floating in the blue sky, so the sky children. Many of the clouds are her brothers and sisters, they hide and seek with the sun, carrying the stars with the lights around, listening to the wind sings a lullaby together, and then quietly sleeping in the embrace of the sky.
Large willow tree in the window, waving it gently to her. Listen to her that willow tree bigger than the mother's age, many girls prefer to call it Willow grandfather. Willow grandfather in the long beards how many stories? "Once upon a mountain, the mountain there is a hole, the hole there lived ... ..." the story of Grandpa willow bird most like to hear it? ! Look, willow grandfather standing on the shoulders of so many lovely birds, which bird it is yourself?
Some beautiful butterflies flutter fly window, landed on the grass not far from the flowers, she can not tell which is the flower which is a butterfly, she always thought that butterflies are flying flower, is off the fairies as mortal It is a beautiful spirit. Butterflies are flowers friend, my friend is also a flower. "Looking for, ah, ah look, find friends, find a good friend, King shook hands a ceremony Yeah, you're my friend." Flower and you hear that? Wind gently through her window, the flowers nodding to her, she laughed.
Dolls you hear? The little girl looked at her arms and her lonely like the dolls, said gently: "good little, I will be your mother, and I will always be with you, let you alone!" No one knows, That spring the little girl's loneliness, but also did not know, that spring, the little girl how to weave their own fairy tale, of course, did not know that it was a little girl fairy what kind of happiness.
The little girl was once me, now I have already a child of the mother. Red Dust in the long walk, I often feel tired, across the vast sea of humanity, I still feel lonely, in the face I long grass birds are flying blind. Dolls that my memory is still warm, I have not forgotten her promise. That the spring can not come back, that dream of spring, like falling in the wind is blowing out.