Dad's flower composition is 20 words.

1Saturday, October 20th, the weather is fine, the sun has not opened its sleepy eyes, and the morning mist has not lifted the veil of spring. We followed our mother to the green Yuan Ye and embraced spring with the spring breeze. We were as happy as birds. The soil under your feet is like a brown carpet, and the air is moist and fresh. On the willows by the roadside, some birds are chirping, as if welcoming us. A gust of wind blew, and the flowers under the tree nodded and smiled at us. The grass, however, seems to have been exhausted and has not fully unfolded its small body. The rape blossoms in the field are in full bloom in Huang Cancan. Unconsciously, we walked into a peach blossom garden. Crimson and pink peach blossoms are actually in full bloom, which makes you intoxicated. At this time, several butterflies flew in and danced among the flowers. Looking closely, many little bees have been collecting honey from flowers. I couldn't help reaching out to pick peach blossoms. My mother said, "It will be more beautiful in spring." I listened, and quickly drew my hand back. We walked carefully, for fear of splashing the blooming peach blossoms and trampling on the green grass. Looking at the blue sky, green grass, red flowers and hardworking bees, I really want to melt in spring. It was sunny on Monday, June 14, 2004. Some adults always envy children carefree, but it's not easy to be a child. Adults can do what they want, but children can't criticize when they do something wrong. Our children are different, just because I still have a few diaries to write, so I only play for an hour every day. He spends every day in front of the computer. It's unfair. Who let me be a child? Children are never sensible in the eyes of adults, and children can't interrupt when adults are talking. As soon as they interrupt, they will say, "Let's go and play." In fact, what children know, adults may not understand! Children must get high marks in school. When they go home, they must do the homework assigned by their parents and teachers. To tell the truth, adults are really free, and it is not easy to be a child. Today, my father and I played a unique chess game. Dad and I drew lots to decide the order. I took the first one, and dad took the last one. I gave my dad a "head shot" first, and my dad came to a "Malay jump" to get in my way. I was so angry that I called the "chariot and horse cannon" to attack his "horse". Who knows dad's "horse" ran too fast to eat, and in a rage, he ate all four of dad's "soldiers". Dad killed two of my soldiers with his two cannons. Then, I became "generals" one after another, but my father transferred the veterans, and I just couldn't eat. Dad sent his army to fuck my little army again. My "chariots and horses" were sacrificed one after another. I sent all other armed forces to attack and finally killed all my father's "chariots and horses". But my army is about to collapse. Finally, I lost. But next time I must beat my father. Today is Sunday. After lunch, grandpa told me two stories, named Golden Bird and Late Slave North and South. Once upon a time, the king of a country liked a golden bird from Yue very much and tried his best to buy it home, but the seller refused to sell it. He also said: "This golden bird can talk, sing and talk. It is the most amazing bird in the world." The king couldn't buy a golden bird, so he was too anxious to eat it, so he asked someone else to buy it for him. After the golden bird was bought, the king put it in a cage for it to eat. But the golden bird did not move, just like wood. The king released the golden bird. This golden bird flew back to Vietnam and sang and danced for the people in her country. The second story is about slaves in the north and the south. Once upon a time, there was a family who kept two golden horses, one named Nanbei. It is said that as long as they get these two golden horses, they will get rich. When people heard the news, they all went to his house to buy it. An old man bought one of them, the dead horse. After buying home, he didn't eat for two or three days until the seventh day, when the horse called to the north at night. After listening to these two stories, I found them very interesting. Animals also know their own country. Today, I finished my homework and went to play with my good friends. On the way, a big hen stood in my way. I made a face at the hen to show that I wanted to go away. Who knows, the hen ignored me like Ben, who was angry with, and came to me with her hair tied. Hey, want to play a wonderful cockfight with me? Then come on! I dodged left and right, but the hen still wouldn't let me go. So I picked up a big stone on the ground and tried to throw it at the hen. But the hen flapped her wings and flew to my hand. Seeing the hen "flying", I quickly pulled my hand back, and I grabbed the gripper; "Ah, only a pebble. What bad luck! " I said angrily. After that, he hit the hen hard on the head with a stone, and the hen flew into a rage like me. This is terrible. The hen came at me fiercely, and I couldn't do it with my left foot or my right foot. Then the hen flew into a rage and pecked my left leg. I cried out in pain, "ouch! Oh! " "Not bad, didn't peck at the meat, just pecked at the pants. Finally, I finally got rid of this fierce big hen! On the way home, I never dare to take this "dangerous road" again.