To turn a new lyric in the moonlight,the katydids chanson is waiting for the evening primroses opening their petals.
shh,look out..., dont let the little cicada scare this bright dream away...
(Loquat)
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Chirp...chirp...But a tone and its tune is moving the earth!
Such being the emerald morning 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?
There is no mistake,you have seen me and I have seen you as well.But why are you runnin g away,dark-eyed leveret?
The Sky must be a girl,too,otherwise there can not be so much tears welling up!
One heaping onto another,the melting clouds glued on the Skys face like my little sister with ice cream on face.
During the summer time in the orchard, each loquat trees is a percussion band.when fruitful tresses wave in the tepid and mild breeze,the tune of summers footsteps are played as if on each bunch of golden sand-hammers.
(After the shower)
"Mom,have you ever seen such a scene--just the falling rain without heaping gloomy clouds before?"--again,you said,"no".
The children sit on trees collecting loquats. under sunshine,his little face turns to be as golden as loquats.
(Rainbow)
And me,a little kid,throwing myself under moms arm, but make a brimming laughter in the house.
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 sing repeatedly such a song:
Among the brushwood in the wall-corner, crickets band are attuning for the later performance in the evening.
My little sister washes her face and awhile her face appears purely clean.But Sky wahses his face with ink, gee! alas! the more his washing the more it blurs---Sky bursts into crying.
Falling asleep is grassy pond; all lotus leaves are drooping its eyelid; And fishes below the leaves are falling to a slumber...
(Nap)
(Strawberry)
After rain, I ran into the woods. Guess what?--so many small umbrellas were at the foot of trees! but who left them here?
I will become a strawberry full of fleckers,hiding amid the bushwood,until you find me by the scent and pick me up.
Under the midnights starlight, My bamboo bed is a silver boat sailing through the fenses ocean,and dreaming to chase the times wave...
(Cicada)
I can not agree with them, so I just go and ask my dad, he must know!
There is a emerald lantern with me always.
(Bellflower)
(Dragonfly)
Chirp...chirp...No stop,no bourdon.
Whom are you waiting for----bulb-eyed waterman? Excuse me, would you bring me a ferry to the other side of the pond, to the place where moon rises?
But dragonfly dont want to go to bed. In the waving dusky air, it keeps on ro wing its four little, light yarn-made oars.
Is it that only a creation of the darkness can make a endless song of the brightness for summer?
But, listen,
swinging in the wind is a string of light purple bells. which small pestle shall I use to make them ring?
(Lotus)
In the warm wind of noon, my bamboo bed is a piece of golden cloud looking towards the blue sky under the ceiling, and waiting to hover in the air.
lying in a pink cradle, opening all viridescence eyeballs wide, guess what strange thing a lotus happens to see?
all right! it must be living happily in such a pop ocean. Though I have drunk up all its ocean, it is still playing the bubbles in my stomach.
(Firefly)
A small petal,dropping onto the lake, only makes a expanded ripple in the water.
When it rains, noises were passing through the woods. If it was not moms shaking head I would have a look outside otherwise.
Why it is thundering up there?
As a fairy living in the brushwood, and an eye of a blossom, I used to travel around in the nights-queens maze.
But it is not the right time for from his mouth it is thundering too!
(Soda pop)
(Mushroom)
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 company in the distant moon?
As bamboo shade making its "pa","pa" at the noon, the light glided into the house and slept on moms eyelashes.
1.
(Froggy)
(Thunder)
huh,mom is like the earth! There is a moist aroma waves from her bosom...
So son,set me free from your palm. Let me hang my lantern on the dark sky for lighting the lost stars...
Why the earth,also after the shower,turns to be more dirty?
(Shower)
Moonlight,with a silvery veil of yarn-curtain,is covering the quiet marsh.Grassy duckweed on the water is under a thin piece of sugar frost; bulrush along the bank are glistening wavily...
I question mom,when she is carrying me tenderly out of the bathtub,and she just smile in silence.
Now,there is nothing but the sunshine of June stays with me...
Chirp...chirp...Who are singing aloud among the leaves?
"Cause many people are fighting there（pitched battle）," elder brother says.
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...
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.
"loquat tree,is it possible that he is one of your fruits? otherwise he would not sing with the same melody as you do!"
Rosebay is talking with his shadow; beyond far, the whistle and the croak gather together but then disappear.
chirp--chirp--chirp!...
(Bamboo bed)
"Cause many people are building houses（great mansion）," elder sister be speeches.
(Morning glory)
"So,my dear mom, patiently wait for a while. Utill the clouds on the paper become the rain and the sun shines again after the rain, youll see how many hues in my painting for you."
"Mom,have you ever seen such a scene--just rainbow without raining before?"--"no",you said.
After the shower,sparkling snails hide under shimmering leaves; after the shower,the blue sky fills the bright pond.
with knocking the castanets, "du-du",That old man is selling his lotus root porridge. And a bird is flapping its wings on the roof,while another tricycle comes through the quiet alley.
And suddenly fall plop into that bright reflection; on the water,only left a round of ripple and a happy tremolo:"crack!"
