Summer has come, and the plane leaves are green, like wearing a green coat. Soon, the buttonwood tree grew buds waiting to open, like red gems. Bloom died, like a burning flame, printed on the blue sky and children's faces. Petals falling down like dancing butterflies, very beautiful! Petals fall on the grass, on the open space ... like a red carpet. It's comfortable to step on soft cotton.
The flowers withered, and the dense layers of branches and leaves covered the blue sky and blocked people's sight. Sunlight filtered through the treetops, sifting out bundles of golden light and shining on the grass, covering it with a coat inlaid with Phnom Penh. I often do my homework and read books on the grass ... so cool!
The wind blew through the treetops and the leaves rustled. Wutong looked at us like an amiable old man and laughed with us.