《SUMMER》
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...
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...