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A small petal,dropping onto the lake, only makes a expanded ripple ier.And me,a little kid,throwing myself under moms arm, but make a brimming laughter in the house.
<strong>(Shower)</strong>
One heaping onto ahe melting clouds glued on the Skys face like my little sister with ice cream on face.
My little sister washes her fad awhile her face appears purely .But Sky wahses his face with ink, gee! alas! the more his washing the more it blurs---Sky bursts int.
The Sky must be a girl,too,otherwise there ot be so much tears welling up!
<strong>(After the shower)</strong>
After the shower,sparkling snails hide under shimmering leaves; after the shower,the blue sky fills the bright pond.
Why the earth,also after the shower,turns to be more dirty?
I question mom,when she is carrying .?enderly out of the bathtub,and she just smile in silence.
huh,mom is like the earth! There is a moist aroma waves from her bosom...
<strong>(Rainbow)</strong>
"Mom,have you ever seen such a se--just rainbow without raining before?"--"no",you said.
"Mom,have you ever seen such a se--just the falling rain without heaping gloomy clouds before?"--again,you said,"no".
"So,my dear mom, patiently wait for a while. Utill the clouds on the paper bee the rain and the sun shines again after the rain, youll see how many hues in my painting for you."
<strong>(Thunder)</strong>
Why it is thundering up there?
"Cause many people are fighting there（pitched battle）," elder brother says.
"Cause many people are building houses（great mansion）," elder sister be speeches.
I ot agree with them, so I just go and ask my dad, he must know!
But it is not the right time for from his mouth it is thundering too!
<strong>(Mushroom)</strong>
When it rains, noises were passing through the woods. If it was not moms shaking head I would have a look outside otherwise.
After rain, I ran into the woods. Guess what?--so many small umbrellas were at the foot of trees! but who left them here?
<strong>(Strawberry)</strong>
There is no mistake,you have seen me and I have seen you as well.But why are you running away,dark-eyed leveret?
Now,there is nothing but the sunshine of Juays with me...
I will bee a strawberry full of fleckers,hiding amid the bushwood,until you find me by the st and pick me up.
<strong>(Loquat)</strong>
During the summer time in the orchard, each loquat trees is a percussion band.when fruitful tresses wave iepid and mild breeze,the tune of summers footsteps are played as if on each bunch of golden sand-hammers.
The children sit on trees colleg loquats. under sunshine,his little face turns to be as golden as loquats.
"loquat tree,is it possible that he is one of your fruits? otherwise he would not sing with the same melody as you do!"
<strong>(M glory)</strong>
Such being the emerald m glory, its bines climb and climb and lastly reach the blue sky.
Is the each little trumpet,white embeded in the blue,going to take the melodies resounded in the sky back to earth?
<strong>(Bellflower)</strong>
swinging in the wind is a string of light purple bells. which small pestle shall I use to make them ring?
<strong>(Lotus)</strong>
lying in a pink cradle, opening all viridesce eyeballs wide, guess what strahing a lotus happens to see?
<strong>(Soda pop)</strong>
In the crystal pop bottle,there is an invisible fish, isnt it? Otherwise so many air bubble wouldnt float up from the bottom restlessly, as I shake the bottle.
all right! it must be living happily in such a pop o. Though I have drunk up all its o, it is still playing the bubbles in my stomach.
<strong>(Nap)</strong>
As bamboo shade making its "pa","pa" at the noon, the light glided into the house and slept on moms eyelashes.
shh,look out..., dohe little cicada scare this bright dream away...
<strong>(Cicada)</strong>
1.
So much tall an aspen tree! His huge shadow is like a flock of cloud and within his shade the light is taken as a prisoner...
But, listen,
Chirp...chirp...Who are singing aloud among the leaves?
Chirp...chirp...No stop,no bourdon.
Chirp...chirp...But a tone and its tune is moving the earth!
Is it that only a creation of the darkness make a endless song of the brightness for summer?
2.
Among the brush..ood in the wall-er, crickets band are attuning for the later performan the evening.
To turn a new lyri the moonlight,the katydids son is waiting for the evening primroses opening their petals.
But now Id rather to be a cicada, above such a tall aspen, with the southwind and the thousands of leaves,spending all the day to siedly such a song:
chirp--chirp--chirp!...
<strong>(Dragonfly)</strong>
Falling asleep is grassy pond; all lotus leaves are drooping its eyelid; And fishes below the leaves are falling to a slumber...
But dragonfly dont want to go to bed. In the waving dusky air, it keeps on rowing its four little, light yarn-made oars.
Whom are you waiting for----bulb-eyed waterman? Excuse me, would y me a ferry to the other side of the pond, to the place where moon rises?
<strong>(Firefly)</strong>
As a fairy living in the brushwood, and an eye of a blossom, I used to travel around in the nights-queens maze.
There is a emerald lantern with me always.
So so me free from your palm. Let me han<mark>..</mark>g my lantern on the dark sky fhting the lost stars...
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(Froggy)</strong>
Moonlight,with a silvery veil of yarn-curtain,is c the quiet marsh.Grassy duckweed oer is under a thin piece of sugar frost; bulrush along the bank are glistening wavily...
In a yellow striped waist,who is sitting in the brushwood over there? Why he is so surprise with mouth wide open? Is it possible that he see his pany in the distant moon?
And suddenly fall plop into that bright refle; oer,only left a round of ripple and a happy tremolo:"crack!"
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(Bamboo bed)</strong>
with knog the castas, "du-du",That old man is selling his lotus root pe. And a bird is flapping its wings on the roof,while aricycle es through the quiet alley.
In the warm wind of noon, my bamboo bed is a piece of golden cloud looking towards the blue sky uhe ceiling, and waiting to hover in the air.
Rosebay is talking with his shadow; beyond far, the whistle and the croak gather together but then disappear.
Uhe midnights starlight, My bamboo bed is a silver boat sailing through the fenses o,and dreaming to chase the times wave...
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