The stars light the lights
In the cold winter, egrah is writing poems for her good friends, little bear and little frog, even though they are hibernating. At this time, a train for spring came, everyone went to catch the train, but Agra was still writing poetry, he said, he can't leave his good friend.
On a winter morning, egrah, the little mouse, held her cheek across the window ā i) Looking up at the falling snowflakes in the sky, we are brewing a beautiful poem.
I want to read this poem to my good friends, little frog and little bear. They will be intoxicated. Agra thought. But the little frog and the little bear are already asleep. They have to sleep for a long time before they wake up.
Qun huddled in the hole, her ears red with cold and her hands and feet stiff. Corn stalks, buckwheat, sweet potatoes and other food are almost finished. I wish I could spend the winter in a warm place. Egrah stamped her feet, puffed at the window, and wrote poetry with her fingers.
Hello, guys, there's a train for spring. Hurry up and get on! Cried Miller, the dog, outside.
We quickly open the doors and windows, head out. Sure enough, a brand-new train with more than ten carriages and steaming steam appeared in front of us. So the animals rushed to catch the train with their luggage and belongings.
Agra, get on the train. Cried Miller, knocking on Agra's door.
I really want to spend the winter in a place with spring, but I haven't finished my poetry yet. Agra looked at the half written poem on the windowpane and answered.
No matter how good poetry is, it can't keep warm; No matter how beautiful the poem is, it can't fill the stomach; No matter how charming poetry is, it is not as good as winter in a place with spring. Miller persuades.
But poetry is a part of my life. Besides, my good friends, little frog and little bear, are still sleeping for a long time. I can't leave them behind. When they wake up, they will listen to Agra, who is reading poems to them. She looks at the sleeping little frog and little bear and says.
Don't worry, are you going to get on the train or not? If not, the train will leave. Miller is a little impatient.
Thank you for your kindness. Go ahead. I'm here with my good friend. Agra continued to write his poems.
The train whimpered away towards the beautiful and warm spring.
Little by little, Agra ate the few sweet potatoes she had left. Listening to her good friends' even snoring and writing poems, she felt something warm rising in her heart.
I don't know how many cold days, the little mouse was tired of writing poetry, and fell asleep on the windowsill.
Hello, Agra, wake up! Suddenly, Agra heard the bear calling him.
Egrah looked up and saw the little frog and bear wake up. She ran over and hugged them happily.
I'm so excited to see you wake up. Egrama took out his new poem to read to his good friend.
Wait, before listening to your poem, let's share some beautiful dreams in winter. Bear suggested.
I dreamt that we got on a train bound for spring. Said bear.
Ah, I dream as like as two peas. Said the little frog.
Yes, we got on a train bound for spring. You see, we have come to the gate of spring? Agra opened the window and the door. It was sunny outside, with birds singing and flowers smelling.
1. Why didn't Agra get on the train to spring?
Do you know any other animals that need to hibernate in winter?
3. Spring is coming. Let's go for an outing in the countryside with our parents and write a beautiful poem for them.