A pause in the full text of childlike interest

"Children's Fun" recalls that when I was a child, I could/opened my eyes to see the sun, autumn and small things/had to/carefully examine their textures, so I had/had/had fun with things outside.

Summer mosquitoes become thunder, and private/quasi/group cranes dance empty. Heart/direction, then/or a thousand or a hundred, sure enough/crane also; Hold your head high/look at it and be strong. Then leave/mosquito in the tent, use it to spray smoke, make it fly/rush to smoke, and make it look like a crane in the cloud. If it looks like a crane in the cloud, it will/will be willing to say it.

I often stay in the concave and convex parts of the earth wall, in the grass/miscellaneous parts of the flower bed, squatting/squatting, making/flush with the table; Look carefully, treat/bushes as forests,/insects and ants as beasts,/mud and gravel/convex people as hills, and concave people as valleys, where God can swim and enjoy himself.

One day, when I saw two insects fighting in the grass, I noticed that they were thriving. Suddenly, there was a/monster, pulling the mountain down/coming, covering/covering the frog, sticking out its tongue/the two worms were exhausted/swallowed. I was young and lost in thought, but I was surprised. God decided to catch the frog and whip it dozens of times to drive it away/leave the hospital. I hope to use $ _ $