Little Bunny Mao Mao was sleeping inside his house when he heard a joyful voice in his dream whispering in his ear, “Spring is here, spring is here, where is spring? Hurry up and find it.” Mao Mao immediately woke up.
Mao Mao walked out of his little house, stretched, and rubbed his red eyes. Ah! The early spring fields were so beautiful: it had just rained, and the rain covered the earth and roads like cream, making them slippery and moist. A thin layer of mist hung on the willow trees. Mao Mao asked the willow tree, “Do you know where spring is?” “Spring is in my willow branches,” the willow tree replied. Mao Mao walked to the riverbank, where the river had just thawed, and a little fish poked its head out to greet him. “Do you know where spring is?” Mao Mao asked. “Spring is in the singing river,” the little fish replied.
Mao Mao walked into the fields. From a distance, the fields appeared lush green. He thought, spring must be in the fields. But when he got closer, the green color disappeared, leaving only tender green grass sprouts. Mao Mao asked the grass sprouts, “Do you know where spring is?” “Spring is in the hearts of the little grasses,” the grass sprouts replied happily.
Suddenly, Little Bunny Mao Mao understood and sang, “Spring is here, spring is here, where is spring? The little grasses know best.”
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