1. When I was a child, at the dawn of a spring, my father took me to a forest by the river.

Father stopped suddenly, looked up and down in the depths of the forest, and smelled and smelled with his nose.

I looked blankly at my father standing like a tree.

There is always a flock of birds spending the night in the Woods, and their feathers are hot.

When breathing, all birds are shaking their feathers, shaking off dew and moisture. Everyone takes a deep breath comfortably, and the birds are ready to sing.

6. My father and I were sitting on the edge of the forest, and the birds were really singing. "This is the happiest moment for trees and birds." Father said.

7. I know that my father is also the happiest at this time.

8. The happiest moment of a bird-the moment it flies into the sky, it is most likely to be hit by a hunter.

9. Father said, "The birds at dawn have wet wings and fly heavily." .

10 I'm so glad my father is not a hunter.