A small petal,dropping onto ter.
And me,a little kid,t make a brimming laughe house.
One o anoting clouds glued on ttle sister h ice cream on face.
My little sister s into crying.
t be a girl,too,ot be so mucears welling up!
Rosebay is talking le and toget then disappear.
After ter t pond.
rains, noises moms sside otherwise.
I question mom, of t smile in silence.
aroma waves from her bosom...
(Froggy)
quot;Mom, rainbo raining before?quot;--quot;noquot;,you said.
Among ts band are attuning for ter performance in the evening.
quot;So,my dear mom, patiently for a er ting for you.quot;
Che leaves?
quot;loquat tree,is it possible t s? ot sing ;
quot;Cause many people are building mansion）,quot; elder sister be speeches.
I can not agree go and ask my dad, know!
But it is not t time for from is too!
After rain, I ran into t?--so many small umbrellas t of trees! but hem here?
take,you w?
No tays h me...
I ra and pick me up.
So son,set me free from your palm. Let me ern on ting t stars...
Moonligain,is covering t marser is under a t; bulrusening wavily...
anets, quot;du-duquot;,t old man is selling us root porridge. And a bird is flapping its ricycle comes t alley.
Sucs bines climb and climb and lastly reache blue sky.
Is ttle trumpet,o take to earth?
sring of ligle so make them ring?
lying in a pink cradle, opening all viridescence eyeballs range tus o see?
quot;Mom, t ;--again,you said,quot;noquot;.
In tal pop bottle,t it? Ot float up from ttom restlessly, as I stle.
all rig must be living s ocean, it is still playing tomach.
t on trees collecting loquats. under sunstle face turns to be as golden as loquats.
As bamboo ss quot;paquot;,quot;paquot; at t glided into t on moms eyelashes.
s..., dont let ttle cicada scare t dream away...
is there?
But, listen,
Is it t only a creation of tness for summer?
Cop,no bourdon.
2.
During time in t trees is a percussion band.resses epid and mild breeze,tune of summers footsteps are played as if on each bunch of golden sand-hammers.
to turn a ne,tydids cing for tals.
But noo be a cicada, above sucall aspen, o sing repeatedly such a song:
chirp--chirp--chirp!...
quot;Cause many people are figctle）,quot; elder brother says.
Falling asleep is grassy pond; all lotus leaves are drooping its eyelid; And fiso a slumber...
But dragonfly dont to go to bed. In t keeps on ros four little, light yarn-made oars.
ing for----bulb-eyed erman? Excuse me, o to the place where moon rises?
As a fairy living in to travel around in ts-queens maze.
tern h me always.
1.
In a yelloriped , possible t ant moon?
And suddenly fall plop into t brigion; on ter,only left a round of ripple and a remolo:quot;crack!quot;
C a tone and its tune is moving th!
(Bamboo bed)
In toing to he air.
er turns to be more dirty?
Under ts starlig sailing to cimes wave...