风一吹,一片树叶从树梢上悄悄飘下来。它在地上打了个旋,又飘上了天空。它像长了翅膀似的飞啊飞,飞到好远的地方去。一只啄木鸟发现了它。这只啄木鸟好几天没有啄木了,张开翅膀一口啄住了它,飞到一棵树枝上,伸出尖利的嘴,准备啄起来。它心里好抱怨,我又不是害虫,干吗要啄我?它灵 Wind blows, a leaf from the treetops quietly float down. It whirled on the ground and floated again in the sky. It flies like a long wing, flies far to the ground. A woodpecker found it. The woodpecker did not peck for a few days for a few days, pecked open with its wings open, flew to a branch, pointed his sharp mouth and prepared to peck. It complained in my heart, I am not a pest, why peck me? It Spirit