柳絮晴朗之中,乐蚂蚁搬家,蝴蝶翩跹;雨打芭蕉之下,乐水击雨花,风斜雨细。听风声肆虐,看雨雪风霜,我将乐一点一滴地纳入笔尖,泻于纸上,手指一点一点地移动,墨迹一点一点地增多……我随笔尖,走进了那个世界……“孩子们,落叶像什么?”中年妇女指着在地上跃动的落叶,笑眯眯地问。“蝴蝶。” Among the catkins sunny, Le ant moving, butterflies fluttering; rain under the banana, Leishui rain flowers, wind diagonal rain fine. Listen to the wind raging, see the snow storm, I will be bit by bit into the nib, diarrhea in the paper, the little finger move, the ink bit by bit to increase ... ... I tip, into that The world ... “Children, deciduous like?” Middle-aged woman pointing to the leaves falling on the ground, smiling and asked. “butterfly.”