I wonder,and wonder,the east wind comes.The spring is coming.

Everything is awoke.They open their eyes.The mountains green,the water become more.The sun's face gets red.

The grass grow from the ground,it's green and gentle.There is much in the garden and field.

Peach trees and pear trees,are also grow the flowers.They are red like fire,pink like cloud,white like snow.The flowers are sweet.Close our eyes,the trees perhaps have the nuts.They are very different,some have name,some are not.They like the eyes and stars,trinkle and trinkle.

'The wind blows',like mum's hand which is touch you.It has some nice smell which mix the grass and flowers,they are all blewn in the air.The birds make the nests in the flowers,when they are happy,they will meet their friends, and sing beautiful songs.the songs follow the river.the recorder is also blewn all day.

The rain always happens ,and rain some days...