山坡上静悄悄的,野花正开得鲜艳。一只小蜗牛探出了脑袋,左瞧瞧右看看,可是他太小了,被湮没在杂草和灌木丛中,远一点就什么也看不见。这怎么行呢?他就沿着一棵手指粗的小树向上爬去,渐渐地就能看见山坡上的风景了:有蝴蝶飞舞,有鸟儿嬉戏,还有几头黄牛正安详地吃草。“这里真不错。”小蜗牛的心情也愉快起来,他觉得 Quietly on the hillside, wildflowers are opening bright. A small snail stuck his head and looked to the left, but he was too young to be buried in weeds and shrubs, and could not see any further. How did he do this? He climbed up along the thick tree of a finger, and gradually he could see the scenery on the hillside: there were butterflies flying, birds playing, and several oxen grazing peacefully . “It’s great here. ” The mood of the little snail is also pleasant, he thinks