(Sparrow)
Mom,dont blame me to be a slugabed.Since the north wind has been singing for all evening,Who could take a real sleep?Look!hanging its crystal eyelashs,the eaves is falling to dream...
(Icicle)
Im a bear,sleeping in the dark cave under ground,and licking my sweet hands to satisfy my tripe.
Turning red in the face,silently and stealthily,the sun touched the woods after snowing...And a snowball,all at once,comes to him--ah,it has been shooted!
(Plum blossom)
(Lantern)
They may settle in the new place for a glad reason,and then all people there will see:another twig becomes green and another bud be filled with nectar!
And now,Ill present the world a entirely new appearance!I cut and cut in the red papers...I plant flowers and leaves on the roof,I hang stars and clouds on the tree,and also I put my portrait to the heavens--just at the center of its glass clear screen!
But there is still a red dot moving on the indigo snowfield of the eve.It is a youngster on his journey with a lantern.
The swallows have flown to the south;and the dove has been at its home.However,the sparrows stay with me.
Why are the narcissus holding so many small cups and plates in their hands?Is it possible that a dinner party of dolls is holding Under the river on the cobblestones land?
Im a bird,lying at my soft nest,and tweeting some original songs in my leisure time.
(Snow)
The lamplights,flaring and flaring,now is used up to disappear at the village of the starry night.
Brave son,where are you going with the brightness holding in your hand?You are hurry to send a ruby sun to the New Years morning early,am I right?
(Quilt)
Im a worm,crouching inside my cocoon,and being ready to take a long,long hibernation.And then Ill fly to arouse the earth from sleep with a pair of wing...
Mom,I just want to be a sparrow with them,flying to the snowfield,and my friends will play the hopscotch with me!
The paths,houses and trees,with a surprise at dawn,find the lovely clothes in a silver sight.
For making her children a new coat,the earth has been working for a long,long night,and with a sigh her hair turned to white.
The snowflakes,fluttering and fluttering,now is tired to fall into the arms of earth.
Im a squirrel,hiding in the warm hole of tree,and wraping myself in my downy tail in the cold wind.
In my dream...winter is encircled in an ice-lantern which is translucent and large.And it has been lit with me:a little glittering spark...
I know the world is a small window of my room.The spring,the summer and the autumn used to color it with their own paints,but the winter clean it up with a eraser.
(Snowballs)
(Snowman)
(Narcissus)
Please,please dont laugh at him,though he is very small.But dont you think that so many big Snowmen alining here just need a happy baby with the them as well?
I believe that on every snowflake there is a little child asleep.They are going to journey around the world with the rills of spring,as the wind flee and the sunlight warmly kiss the earth again.
(Sunshine)
(I believe...)
Have the children of the heavens loosed their garland?Some crimson flakes,with a light flight,fall on the the trees of white land...
Above the setting fireball,a flock of doves are winging.Have they heard the snows laughs,too?
Please,please dont be ashamed,even though you want to be tall.But if the spring leaves her footprints on the ground,the lowest one can see it earlier than anybody else.
(Paper-cut)
Do you know whats flickering on the snowfield?Im going to make a dip and have a taste...ah,the sunshines flavour is as good as the popsicle!
