《SUMMER》

     
     
     
     And me,a little kid,throwing myself under moms arm, but make a brimming laughter in the house.
     
     (Shower)
     
     One heaping onto another,the melting clouds glued on the Skys face like my little sister with ice cream on face.
     
     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.
     
     The Sky must be a girl,too,otherwise there can not be so much tears welling up!
     
     (After the shower)
     
     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 me tenderly 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...
     
     (Rainbow)
     
     "Mom,have you ever seen such a scene--just rainbow without raining before?"--"no",you said.
     
     "Mom,have you ever seen such a scene--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 become the rain and the sun shines again after the rain, youll see how many hues in my painting for you."
     
     (Thunder)
     
     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 can not 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!
     
     (Mushroom)
     
     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?
     
     (Strawberry)
     
     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 June stays with me...
     
     I will become a strawberry full of fleckers,hiding amid the bushwood,until you find me by the scent and pick me up.
     
     (Loquat)
     
     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.
     
     The children sit on trees collecting 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!"
     
     (Morning glory)
     
     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?
     
     (Bellflower)
     
     swinging in the wind is a string of light purple bells. which small pestle shall I use to make them ring?
     
     (Lotus)
     
     lying in a pink cradle, opening all viridescence eyeballs wide, guess what strange thing a lotus happens to see?
     
     (Soda pop)
     
     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 ocean. Though I have drunk up all its ocean, it is still playing the bubbles in my stomach.
     
     (Nap)
     
     As bamboo shade making its "pa","pa" at the noon, the light glided into the house and slept on moms eyelashes.
     
     shh,look out..., dont let the little cicada scare this bright dream away...
     
     (Cicada)
     
     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 can make a endless song of the brightness for summer?
     
     2.
     
     Among the brushwood in the wall-corner, crickets band are attuning for the later performance in the evening.
     
     To turn a new lyric in the moonlight,the katydids chanson 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 sing repeatedly such a song:
     
     chirp--chirp--chirp!...
     
     (Dragonfly)
     
     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 you bring me a ferry to the other side of the pond, to the place where moon rises?
     
     (Firefly)
     
     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 son,set me free from your palm. Let me hang my lantern on the dark sky for lighting the lost stars...
     
     
     
     (Froggy)
     
     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...
     
     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?
     
     And suddenly fall plop into that bright reflection; on the water,only left a round of ripple and a happy tremolo:"crack!"
     
     
     
     (Bamboo bed)
     
     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.
     
     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.
     
     Rosebay is talking with his shadow; beyond far, the whistle and the croak gather together but then disappear.
     
     Under the midnights starlight, My bamboo bed is a silver boat sailing through the fenses ocean,and dreaming to chase the times wave...