I remember reading "Wind Sugar" in children's literature, but now that book is lost, I can't remember which one is together. This is a very fresh article.

Bud, are you in the tree? "In early summer, my mother's anxious voice came through the branches of Mi Chen Ying." I'm not here. "Xiaoya came neatly, then stuck out his tongue and covered his mouth impatiently." Little girl's house, climbing trees all day, looking at your sister, writing and drawing, how quiet ... "Mother's nagging, like autumn rain, gradually drips down." Xiaoya had to sing) 1 Slipped down against the trunk and stepped into the house like a rabbit. "Bud, come here. Grandma will teach you embroidery. " Grandma wears presbyopia and looks at her with a smile. "But Xiaoya-I saw the embroidered cloth and needle and thread in Grandma's hand. Like a ball full of thorns, I can't help it. Xiaoya's father came out of the study of three meanings and shook his pawn in Xiaoya. " Look at your arithmetic, even Xi San is more accurate than you ... "Little Samsung's neighbor's puppy." What a terrible day. "Ning manager at my desk, snapping the fingers of hades, muttering why not climb a tree? Mother doesn't support the king. It is like a bird. Green and cool snow can still see the distant horizon. Second, do you have to learn embroidery? How boring is it? Do you have to know arithmetic? Cookies on a plate and candy in a jar can never go wrong. If you can love, go where you like, and always do what you like ... Xiaoya thought for a moment, and the corners of his mouth tilted slightly. Xiao Ya, "Oh, my sister is here again. Are you going to teach me to write or draw? Bud couldn't wait to become a transparent bubble at once. My sister carried the drawing board on her back and gently picked up Xiaoya's braid. " Come to the wild with me. "When Xiaoya listens to music, her heart is like a flapping wing in spring.

Have you ever been to Yuan Ye outside Rainbow City? That's Xiaoya's favorite vilen. The sky there is blue and transparent, and when it is lifted gently, it is a rainbow of twelve colors. If you are lucky, you can still see the seeds falling on the rainbow, one by one. When they landed on the Yuan Ye, colorful flowers bloomed everywhere. Most of them are golden yellow. Little daisies, dandelions and drunken grass flowers are growing noisily, just like the bright sunshine in Yuan Ye. There is a river, which clearly passes through Yuan Ye, and flows to a far, far place like a vein quietly spreading on a leaf. As usual, my sister is painting by the river, and Xiaoya plays alone. I heard from my sister that once, she met a bear who could play the harmonica and took her to a dense cornfield. Every painting my sister drew turned the bear into a beautiful piano ... Xiaoya was jealous. Will I have such an adventure? She thought, hula hula even turned a few somersaults, and then set up a dragonfly lightly. Hey, the grass on her head and the blue sky under her feet: she went after a little clam bat again, and it skipped away; Let your mouth pick up a blade of grass and whimper: weave a green grass ring and put it on your head obliquely, well, insert some small wild flowers. Xiaolei's muddy little hand reached out to a golden dandelion-"Hi!" At this moment, a young voice came from behind. Xiaoya turned around and saw a little girl, about Xiaoya's age, wearing a pale yellow dress with a fluffy skirt. The girl is smiling at Xiaoya. This smile reminds people of the pink flower trees in the valley. Xiaoya stood up and playfully moved her hand from the girl's head to her eyes. "I am taller than you." Xiaoya grinned and smiled proudly. Like all children, Xiaoya and the girl soon got to know each other. They ran and laughed on the Yuan Ye, playing all the fun games one by one: playing hide-and-seek in the grass, playing checkers, rubbing a straw rope as a rubber band, or running around like crazy. Their skirts are flying high, a pink blue and a pink yellow, as if the happiness of heaven and earth are gathered in these two small figures. When my face was red and my hair was messy like a bush, I finally sat down quietly. But how can I be idle? They stirred up the flower thread again. Xiaoya picked a "shuttle", the girl picked a "cradle", Xiaoya picked a pair of "scissors", and the girl picked a pair of "butterflies" ... On the quiet Yuan Ye, the sky and clouds, as well as the flowers with bright eyes in the breeze, seemed to be watching quietly, watching their dexterous flying hands. The wind blows through the emerald leaves, fresh and moist, as if with a hint of ocean breath.

"Huh?" The girl seemed to think of something and her hands froze in the air. "It's your turn, it's your turn." Xiaoya shouted.

"I don't want to play. I'm going home. " The girl said a little reluctantly.

"ah? ! "Xiaoya opened his mouth. Third, she had a good time. On the third day, the girl put the thread in Xiaoya, stood up, patted the bean leaves and mud on her skirt, waved l -_ at Xiaoya and ran towards the rainbow. Xiaoya stood there and waited for a while. The girl skipped away, and the colored skirt danced gently in the wind. Xiaoya feels like a kite flying in three places. At this moment, the girl stopped suddenly, turned to Xiaoya with bright eyes and asked loudly, "Would you like to go home with me?"

Xiaoya followed the girl, wondering how long she had been gone. It seems that I have gone a long way, only to hear the monotonous rustling of shoes walking in the green grass; Two elephants have just started, their left hand Yang has been hanging at their fingertips, and the wind in early summer has raised their tanned hair. "It's coming soon." A girl? Quietly comfort Xiaoya. "Oh." Xiaoya dragged the footsteps of the little 1 saint, but his mouth replied loudly. Nothing is happier than being with a lovely playmate. Soon, they came to a small light green house surrounded by dandelions, slender school leaves and bright flowers. Xiaoya took the girl into the house, which was the most ordinary family. However, Xiaoya's eyes were suddenly attracted by a wooden shelf with many transparent bottles, which may be glass. Some are as big as my father's porcelain bottle, and some are only as tall as my little finger. They are also very strange in shape. Some are like stars, some are like small houses, some are like floating clouds, and some are nothing. It seems that someone squeezed it out at random. Ah, however, they all shine with color. Xiaoya couldn't help but take a step forward and stare big eyes to watch it carefully. She saw the tall bottle covered with blue mountains, and birds flitted lightly from time to time: the indoor bottle was full of summer lotus flowers, and the little buds seemed to smell their faint fragrance. There is a small village hidden in a cloud-like bottle. When the smoke rises, some shepherds come home late ... There are so many things in the bottle, it must be heavy, right? Xiaoya recklessly reached out his hands and picked up the cloud bottle. Not heavy at all, but very light, as light as a mass of air! But at this moment, the village disappeared, the kitchen smoke disappeared, the shepherd boy disappeared, and only some orange mist remained in the bottle, like the evening sky in the country. Shit! Xiaoya spat out his tongue and turned around. The girl next to her is not angry. She looked up and down in a hurry, finally took down a light blue bottle and took Xiaoya's hand to the door. But the wind gradually became dense, still with the breath of the ocean, coming from an invisible distance. The girl looked at the rainbow deeply with a bottle in her hand. Those light hair, like beautiful lines of the wind. Xiaoya looked at her quietly, as if looking at a clean and clear watercolor painting. At this time, Xiaoya saw the bottle among the girls getting darker, first light blue like the sky, then blue like the sea water, and then deep blue like the forget-me-not flower. Xiaoya felt someone mixing cold drinks.

But the girl was not surprised at all. She just smiled and held the bottle, as if it were a natural and happy thing. What's going on here? Just when Xiaoya was very confused, she saw the girl singing. The song "Wind on the ocean, blue wind, fly, fly-wind on the ocean, wind with wings, fly, fly-fly-fly" has been going on. Strangely, gradually, it seems that someone is singing softly, two, three, four ... louder and louder, as if it had become a chorus on the stage. "The wind on the ocean, the blue wind, fly and fly. The wind on the ocean, the wind with wings, flies and flies. " Xiaoya looked around, but no one was there. But this song still grows luxuriantly like spring grass. Xiaoya watched it back and forth. This time, Xiaoya saw many little girls in yellow skirts coming out of nowhere. They have the same smile, the same posture, the same bottle and the same song. Ah, am I dizzy? Xiaoya swished his eyes. But the girls' smiles are still clear and the songs are still loud. There seems to be endless water, which has flooded Xiaoya's eyes and ears. Xiaoya sat on the grass, feeling that God had just crashed into a dream like a reckless one. She closed her eyes tightly in the song. Think about it, maybe, after a while, when you wake up, the Lord will find himself lying in the small bed soil at home, and you can see the dear fluffy rabbit. Slowly, Xiaolei was really confused, and the song faded away. Hmm? Who is pulling her pigtails? Xiaoya opened her eyes and saw the little girl who had been here before. She shouted happily, "Look, look, look, full, full bottle of wind." Sunlight shines through the blue bottle as if it were shining on the bottom of the deep sea.

"The wind? Is it the wind from the ocean? " Xiaoya guessed excitedly. "Yes, I finally collected all the winds at sea." The girl smiled with satisfaction. "This is a light blue mountain wind." Standing in front of a wooden shelf full of bottles, the girl showed Xiaoya the same thing. "This, the wind blowing from the lotus pond, has a faint sweetness of lotus seeds. What about this? This is the wind through the country wheat fields. I like it best. It's the smell of fragrant sunshine. And this gray wind passing under the eaves of the city is astringent, but some people like ... smart little bud, but at this moment it looks like a little fool, "Oh, oh, she replied, she never knew the wind had so many colors and smells." She saw that in the wind of the bottle of wheat field, there were villages, kitchen smoke and shepherds coming slowly. Many questions jumped up and down in Xiaoya's mind. Just when she didn't know which one to pop up first, she heard "Xiaoya, Xiaoya" calling anxiously. It's her sister!

"I'm here!" Xiaoya H once strutted out.

"Remember to eat wind sugar in autumn." The girl followed, gently exhorting.

"Well, good!" Xiaoya replied happily.

"Ah, so many little girls in yellow skirts must be dandelion elves." After listening to Xiaoya's chatter, my sister whispered, "When I was a child, I heard my grandmother say that dandelion elves like to play with children." "Really?" Xiaolei Xin's heart was pounding. Dandelion elves? Wind sugar? Xiaoya is a child who likes candy. Is it as sweet as chocolate candy or as cool as mints? Is it as soft as cotton candy or crunchy as fruit candy? Or is it like a lollipop, as if it can't be licked? Dancing in your mouth like pop rock? Also, how is the wind sugar made? Xiaoya has been thinking about it all summer. Most importantly, eating wind sugar in autumn is an agreement between a girl and Xiaolei. Sometimes, the little bud will take the small bottle to the tree and wait for the wind to blow through the branches. Xiaoya imitated the girl's appearance and said, "The wind between branches, the green wind, flies around." The wind between branches, the wind with wings, flies and flies ... "Xiaoya is full of expectation, holding a bottle full of green wind in his hand. It's best to see Xiaoya's home in it, haha. But, no. As a result, the small transparent bottle has been hanging on the tree, and it makes a tinkling sound only when the wind comes.

But mother still calls Xiaoya down from the tree from time to time. Grandma still likes to stare at Xiaoya and teach her embroidery. Dad joked that Xiaoya was not as good at arithmetic as Xiaobai, a dog. She also said that her calligraphy was like a ghost. However, Xiaoya still thinks that it would be great if she could go to her favorite place and do what she likes ... What makes Xiaoya anxious is that it is already red autumn, and her sister has not taken herself to Yuan Ye outside the Rainbow City, so Xiaoya is not allowed to go far alone. However, we agreed to eat wind sugar. On a quiet autumn afternoon, Xiaoya set out alone.

The wind on the ocean turns into blue sugar;

The wind by the pond turned into green sugar; The wind in the wheat field turns into golden sugar.

The wind in the barrel garden turned into orange sugar.

Hardly had she reached vilen when Xiaoya heard singing in the distance. The song is light and melodious, as if there were thin snowflakes floating in the sky. "Must be dandelion spirit?" With a little jump, I quickly walked to vilen, a rainbow city in March, along with the song. This is an open color picture book, and place L is a fresh surprise. But Xiaoya didn't pick raspberries, eat sweet fruits and sour beans from Shan Ye plants, or chase insects singing in the grass. She just took three firm steps. I saw it, I saw it, I saw the girls who failed. But one by one, she wore a white skirt, just like the princess in R in the book. Is it dandelion spirit? While Xiaoya was in a daze, a girl came to her. Xiaoya recognized it carefully. Isn't that the girl who grabs the fan and jumps over the grid to pick the thread with her? One is a woman who invited her to eat wind sugar? Xiaoya grinned. However, Xiaoya took her hand away from her head and landed on the first button of the girl's dress. "The dandelion elf is so tall!" Xiaoya shouted. The girl just smiled. "Come and see us make wind sugar." She took Xiaoya's hand and ran to Song. There are countless bottles full of wind scattered on the grass, shining with colorful light. Girls in skirts get together in groups of three or five. They make grass blades into star-shaped grass circles and wear long grass circle chains. Then, they sang and danced, blowing the wind on the ocean, the wind by the pond, the wind in the wheat field and the wind in the garden, and many winds blowing into the grass circle from afar. Look, just like we make fruit pudding. Now, colored wind sugar is embedded in the grass circle chain. However, they are still fudge. The girls waved the grass chain in their hands to let the autumn sun shine warmly. Their flight suits are like clouds stretching in the sky. They sang:

"Fly, fly, blue sugar, green sugar, my home is far away. Fly, fly, golden candy, orange candy, my home is at the end of the world.

Xiaoya is among them, dancing, singing and laughing. It seems that she has also become the dandelion elf in Yuan Ye. Xiaoya squinted happily. She saw that in the sunshine and the clearest song, the wind sugar like stars flew all over the sky and then fell into the hands of girls one by one. The wind sugar in his hand sparkles like crystal. Xiaoya found a pair of transparent wings looming inside. "I want to go to the wheat fields in the country. I eat golden candy. " The girl closest to Xiaoya said. "I want to see the sea. I eat blue sugar. " "I eat green sugar, and I want to see the stars with lotus flowers by the pond." "The taste of gray sugar must be very special. I want to go to the city to hear the children there play the piano. " Girls, holding their own words, happily collected their favorite wind sugar. "Can you go where you want to go after eating wind sugar?" Xiaoya asked in surprise. "Yes, if you eat wind sugar and grow wings, you will fly in the direction you like!" A dandelion elf said. "We will settle there again." The other said proudly. Go to your favorite place? I like the seaside, mountains and countryside ... as long as there is no writing, arithmetic, embroidery or nagging, I like them all, Xiao Ya thought. Then, if you eat every kind of wind sugar, can you go where you want to go? At the thought of this, Xiaoya's heart lit up again sparkly. After eating the buds of each kind of wind sugar, they are all waiting for the miracle with satisfaction, and the dandelions have already started their own journey. At that moment, they became little white spirits, spread their wings and flew away along the colorful track of the wind. There is an elf in Xiaoya's hand, and she seems a little reluctant to leave. Xiaoya muttered, "I know, I know. Did you pick the thread and jump the rubber band with me?" Go to your favorite golden wheat field, a sunny wheat field. However, remember to come back to see me in spring. "The elf is flying up and down. He flew around the bud lightly, and finally J flew away slowly. In fact, Xiaoya also wants to say, I am Feng Tang. When I grow wings, I can fly anywhere I want. At that time, I must visit you in the wheat field first. Xiaoya didn't say "Xiaoya wanted to give her a little surprise". It is already a faint twilight around, and the king has not yet grown wings. My Lord is not a dandelion elf, and my wings can go anywhere, so it will take longer to become a native. Xiaoya determined that the landlord was on the grass, silently guessing and sweeping, thinking about the taste of wind sugar. Really like the wind, it melted in my mouth in an instant. However, the smell of the sea, the smell of the green hills and the smell of the lotus pond has been floating in my heart, has it become? The smell of the distance. The evening breeze is blowing gently, and the sunset is beautiful.

In the quiet evening, Xiao Ya 'an stroked it carefully. She dreamed that she looked like a painting? Facing the wind, I spread my white and light main wings and flew over the blue ocean, two cities and villages, the blue clouds and the wide rivers ... Xiaoya giggled in the third dream. However, when Xiaoya knew nothing about the green leaves in the basket and flowed through the slender stems, she was lightly touched by the fairy's wand at her feet. Xiaoya suddenly found that the place where the tears flowed was full of warm breath and growing strength. Then, like a stream waking up slowly in early spring, like a green bud sprouting quietly, the bud stretches out bit by bit, grows taller and taller bit by bit, and becomes that lively little girl again! She strode to the brightly lit place. The wind whizzed by her, just like a pair of huge wings.