This afternoon, my mother and I went to the backyard to pick peaches.
At first, I didn't want to eat peaches. Mom let me try one. I tasted the peach and found it delicious, sweet and crisp. My mother chose six, and she only ate one, and I ate all the others. I think a peach looks like a duck's small head, but it doesn't have its small mouth. Later, I thought, why is the peach not very red outside, but red inside? This matter bothers me very much. I thought again: Will there still be green peaches in the world? However, some peaches have green skins. Do you have blue leather, yellow leather and colored leather?
Peach trees grow by the river behind our house, and there is a row of bamboo in the west. When the kindergarten teacher asked us to find spring, I just sat here and painted. I also asked my mother to help me write a poem on the painting to describe it: "Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three liang, and duck prophets in spring water heating." How can there be such a great place and such delicious peaches? What a rare thing!