Rewrite the shepherd boy into a little story!!

Look at! At a glance, there is a patch of green grass, as if it is spread on the ground! The wind blew gently, and the sound of "rustling" was heard everywhere.

Listen! The shepherd boy was playing the flute again, and a cheerful tune teased the evening breeze, and slowly the hour was in his ears.

In the morning, when the sun showed half of his face, the shepherd boy took his flute and went up the hill to herd the cattle, and he sat on the back of the oxen and played the flute and hummed a little song. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained and without any worries. Until he was tired of playing, he lay on the grass, looking at the white clouds and birds in the sky, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After dinner, the sun had already set, and the bright moon had climbed up. The shepherd boy took the flute in his hand, walked to the haystack with joyful steps, and lay down without taking off his coat, listening to the unknown insects in the grass singing beautiful songs, looking up at the bright moon in the night sky, and the pictures came to his mind.

You listen to that cheerful tune and blow again, how beautiful! Hey! How stopped, oh ......It turned out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Oh, yes! He's really tired, so let him listen to the bug's lullaby and sleep beautifully!

Spring came, a sunny day, and the Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli went there by boat. When he came to Anren, Yang Wanli immediately fell in love with this place, where everything is revived, birds and flowers are fragrant, lakes and mountains are beautiful!

In this charming scenery, Yang Wanli heard the laughter of children, and couldn't help but look around, and found that on a fishing boat on the river not far away, there were two very cute children, one wearing a red belly pocket, clever and ghostly; Another, slightly older child, dressed in shorts and shorts, was slowly propping up the boat. After a while, the boat slowly stopped, and the older child put away the penny, and stopped the boat again, and the boat did not move. Yang Wanli felt very strange and thought:

What are they doing? At this time, he found that a child held up an umbrella, but the weather was sunny and there was no rain, which made Yang Wanli wonder: I don't know what they want to do?

Studied but cannot comprehend. Yang Wanli couldn't help but ask them: "What are you doing with your umbrella?"

Child: "We want to save some energy, let the wind carry the boat forward, and use the wind power, the wind blows the umbrella, and we can take the boat away, hehe!" ”

Yang Wanli suddenly realized at this time, and sighed: These two children are so smart!

I hope you'll write it yourself!

Copying other people's things that are not your own, I feel uncomfortable!

Tick sound. You guys are amazing.

Think for yourself. Can't be copied.

Didn't the teacher say that?

The grass is like someone spreading it on the ground, and there is grass in a radius of six or seven miles. At first glance, it is as if there is no edge in sight. It was drizzling in the wilderness, the evening breeze was blowing the weeds, and the shepherd boy who had not yet returned heard the melodious sound of the flute that was getting closer and closer with the wind.

When the shepherd boy returned from grazing, he had eaten at dusk, and it was already after dusk. The light rain has stopped, and the sky is gradually clearing. The shepherd boy was unusually happy, and he even did.

I didn't care about taking it off, so I happily lay on the grass and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

Vast fields with green grass; The evening breeze blew the weeds, and before he saw the returning shepherd boy, he first heard the melodious flute of the shepherd boy coming closer and closer with the wind. The sound of the flute is intermittent and flutters in the wind. When the shepherd boy came back and had eaten his heart's content, it was already after dusk, and he did not even take off his robe, but lay down in the open field on a moonlit night.

The shepherd boy wrote a short story.

When night fell, the endless grassland was blown by the evening breeze, rippling layer by layer, and suddenly there were a few melodious voices of purpose in the distance, and then there was silence, the sound of purpose became clearer and clearer, not far from the role, a short figure appeared, that was a little shepherd boy who was blowing the purpose. The little shepherd boy came slowly, and the purpose became clearer and clearer.