你听见过会唱歌的风吗?在我们这个地方,这个有着绿油油的田野、金黄的油菜花、碧绿青山的小山村里, 就有这样的风,它在快乐地歌唱。风在田野上唱歌:呼,呼,呼……麦苗一定听懂它唱的是什么了,于是揉了揉眼睛,伸了伸懒腰,开始不停地长啊长,就有了农民伯伯灿烂的笑脸。油菜一定听懂它们在唱什么了,于是抬了抬头,挺了挺胸,慢慢地长高,给大地铺上金黄金黄的地毯。风在树林里唱歌:沙, 沙,沙 Have you ever heard of the wind that will sing? There is such a wind in our place, the green field, the golden rape, the green mountain village, which is singing happily. Wind singing in the fields: call, call, call ... ... wheat seedlings must understand what it sings, then rubbed his eyes, stretching, began to keep long ah, there are peasants uncle brilliant smile . Rape must understand what they are singing, so looked up, quite Tingzhang, slowly grow high, to the earth covered with golden golden carpet. Wind sing in the woods: sand, sand, sand