A small petal,dropping onto ter.

    And me,a little kid,t make a brimming laughe house.

    One o anoting clouds glued on ttle sister h ice cream on face.

    My little sister s into crying.

    t be a girl,too,ot be so mucears welling up!

    Rosebay is talking le and toget then disappear.

    After ter t pond.

    rains, noises   moms sside otherwise.

    I question mom, of t smile in silence.

    aroma waves from her bosom...

    (Froggy)

    quot;Mom, rainbo raining before?quot;--quot;noquot;,you said.

    Among ts band are attuning for ter performance in the evening.

    quot;So,my dear mom, patiently  for a er ting for you.quot;

    Che leaves?

    quot;loquat tree,is it possible t s? ot sing ;

    quot;Cause many people are building  mansion）,quot; elder sister be speeches.

    I can not agree  go and ask my dad,  know!

    But it is not t time for from  is too!

    After rain, I ran into t?--so many small umbrellas  t of trees! but hem here?

    take,you  w?

    No tays h me...

    I ra and pick me up.

    So son,set me free from your palm. Let me ern on ting t stars...

    Moonligain,is covering t marser is under a t; bulrusening wavily...

    anets, quot;du-duquot;,t old man is selling us root porridge. And a bird is flapping its ricycle comes t alley.

    Sucs bines climb and climb and lastly reache blue sky.

    Is ttle trumpet,o take to earth?

    sring of ligle so make them ring?

    lying in a pink cradle, opening all viridescence eyeballs range tus o see?

    quot;Mom, t ;--again,you said,quot;noquot;.

    In tal pop bottle,t it? Ot float up from ttom restlessly, as I stle.

    all rig must be living s ocean, it is still playing tomach.

    t on trees collecting loquats. under sunstle face turns to be as golden as loquats.

    As bamboo ss quot;paquot;,quot;paquot; at t glided into t on moms eyelashes.

    s..., dont let ttle cicada scare t dream away...

    is there?

    But, listen,

    Is it t only a creation of tness for summer?

    Cop,no bourdon.

    2.

    During time in t trees is a percussion band.resses epid and mild breeze,tune of summers footsteps are played as if on each bunch of golden sand-hammers.

    to turn a ne,tydids cing for tals.

    But noo be a cicada, above sucall aspen, o sing repeatedly such a song:

    chirp--chirp--chirp!...

    quot;Cause many people are figctle）,quot; elder brother says.

    Falling asleep is grassy pond; all lotus leaves are drooping its eyelid; And fiso a slumber...

    But dragonfly dont  to go to bed. In t keeps on ros four little, light yarn-made oars.

    ing for----bulb-eyed erman? Excuse me, o to the place where moon rises?

    As a fairy living in to travel around in ts-queens maze.

    tern h me always.

    1.

    In a yelloriped , possible t ant moon?

    And suddenly fall plop into t brigion; on ter,only left a round of ripple and a remolo:quot;crack!quot;

    C a tone and its tune is moving th!

    (Bamboo bed)

    In toing to he air.

    er turns to be more dirty?

    Under ts starlig sailing to cimes wave...