A round of white floss,trembling with a whiff and then to be unseen.
(Grassplot)
(Paddy)
As I stay,the white clouds is gone with wind and my brother is asleep in green grass;only the leaves of old tree is still weaving gently under the sun.And I just feel like them,when Im waiting to go back onto the ground.
(Reed)
(Moon)
Its here that Summer stealthily hide his treasures,and with the dancing of west wind all those masks have been put off.Now every child pass the place is surprised to see such a storer of living golds!
(Mist)
The sun is going to home,and carrying all golden clouds on his back,he creep and creep to the hill gild.
Is that the wind dissolved the soft seeds,or their hairs changed into a light breeze?
Who catch the hearts of ten thousand children and in a amazed gaze of the nattierblue sky,let them throbing on your treetop?
The west wind is a painter.He brought the paint of sun during the morning and dyed the woods for animals during the evening.
(Woods)
Im going to home too,but my old brother has not filled his basket with the paddy.
And the birchs just wonder--who give such a big and pretty brown blanket to veil the earths face?Though with their black and white eyes watching far and near,they cant see themselves all the same.
Who pull the flame on string and tie it on your twig?
(Grape)
(Maple)
How many Orphean story are there in the circular moon?Only my grandpa knows it.I used to sit on his knee with a deep breath.His husky voice sounds just like the reeds weaving in the breeze,and his long beard falling on my head feels just like the reeds tickling with a lignt and white floss to me.
Clinging to the warm bag with two hands,I start to be a bird incubating its eggs.
A hand holding sunshine,softly falls on my shoulder.As the autumn wind comes,I become a little boat sailing with ten thousand golden leaves,and going to find another spring...
As I climb,the clouds in air become big and my brother lying on meadow become small;only the trunk of old tree is just the same strong and curving.And I just seem like it,when Im bowing and holding my head up to watch the sky.
How many autumnal secrets are there in the cool creek?Only the reeds by the shoal know it.I used to play with their song murmuring to me.
(Marigold)
But the children have given their laughs and tears to the grape vine,so that the dreams taste together sour and sweet.
Who cut the sunshine into parts and hang it on your branch?
the honey hearts are the mellow grapes;sparkling under sunshine,and with the crimson clouds,the fragrant breeze,the dancing leaves and the song of wild geese,they are brewing some perfect dreams...
The hot Chestnuts,filling my big coat pocket,always most please me.
(Chestnut)
Window in the sky is a round.When aunty in moon forgot to draw the curtain down,the conglobate casement was overflowing a golden light.
Last night,a cold-sensitive cloud hid itself in the warm quilt of the earth...shh,calm down.Cant you see?The sun is carrying it in his arm and moving to the blue bed quietly.
Brother,dont be so miserliness as the sun!Just leave a bit of hope to the sparrows flying on the bare field...
The chary pine is not willing to get off his dark green cloak in any case;
Slowly drawing one to eat,it looks as if I pick a piece of gold in the cave of the forty thieves!
The reputable poplar,wearing lastly a few of gold medals,still has not forgotten to paint his shadow long and straight;
His brush,big and soft,is the grassplot in front of my home.Look!On the each grass-blades tine there is a yellow hue shining.
(Dandelion)
My mom also forgot to draw curtain tonight.Is that the children on the cloud will take the window of my home as a square moon?
(Old tree)
