From a distance, the "grape flower" is in bud and beautiful. Liu Weikang, a little poet, was suddenly inspired: "From a distance, it looks like a grape, and from a distance it looks like a small flower. Are they flowers or grapes? I have no idea. "

We came to a sea of flowers, but we don't know the names of these little flowers. When Wang saw petals like snowflakes, he called them "snowflakes". Shao saw this kind of flower everywhere and called it "the sky".

"Teacher Liu, what kind of flower is this?" Wang Licheng, who is good at asking questions, asked Miss Liu.

"Oh, it's not a flower, it's a tree, called a festival tree."

"Festival tree?" We have a puzzled expression on our faces.

"Look carefully, the leaves on this tree are red and green, which is called a festival tree."

"Oh, I see." We suddenly realized.

At this time, Wang was pregnant, wearing a wicker ring and some flowers, and we laughed one by one. Wang returned the orchid finger, planted a willow branch as a braid in the willow circle, and occasionally touched his willow braid to be a fat girl. We laughed our heads off.

"Where is spring? Where is spring? Spring is in Tongjiang Garden ... "We hummed along.