Xiaomi planted a small flower. When the "little flower" grew up, he realized that it was a small grass.
Xiaomi sat on the small bed and sighed softly. She said: "Xiaocao, Xiaocao, you can't grow beautiful flowers, but it doesn't matter, I still like you."
Mom came over and gently turned off the light: "Go to sleep, Xiaomi!"
Xiaomi also imitated her mother's tone: "Go to sleep! Xiaocao!"
Intention: To love little flowers and grass
