Mom,look at those willows!The green scarf of voile,which I lost last year,is picked up by all their twig...
(Bud)
A small penpoint,dipping the ms snow,paints a soft yellow tone of spring...
(Paper boat)
I want a willow leaf to make a boat in green,a plays with the white cloud in the blue pond of skys refle.
I want a peach flower to make a boat in pink, a carrys the setting sun on the golden river of afterglows brink.
But,its still raining...
So I make a little paper boat,a float with a rill of rain water,verging all the silver drops,to look for a new ti in colorful coat.
(rain)
Rain,rain,rain,light and thin,drizzled ooh and the woe, sprinkled otle flowers and grass-blades,and spilt all over the roof of my home.
Dont go out now,my little brother!t you see?The sky is whispering some secrets to the earth with its strings.
(Rosy cloud)
I think the sky is also a child who loves drawing and careless--just like me.
Look--it must overturs palette last night. In this m,on its face without ing,here and there are so many rosy and golden paints!
(Whistle)
In early m,the hazel hill was not aroused by the first sunshine;sleeping in the humid bosk,the loquacity cuckoo only mumbled on a while.In the blear and still air,suddenly,a green crisp sound is beginning to echo.
That is a rompish child by roadside,playing a greenness grass-blade to make a whistle.
And the spring accept his song with a bright smile.
(Kite)
The sky of March is so high and light.Who tie it down with a fihread?--Lets go and fly a kite together,so youll find the answer.
The wind of March like dang on the clouds.Who give it the wings and the light clothes?--Lets go and fly a kite together,so youll find the answer.
(Bubble)
Wh us the warm air?
This is a secret in moms washtub,no o I know--Childrens breath bring the wind of spring,as they softly blow and blow.
Where does the fresh flowers e from?
This is a secret in moms washtub,no o I know--The soap bubbles make the earth blooming in seven colors of sun,as they wave to and fro.
(Cotton dy)
My sister,may you take me out to play tomorrow?
Oh,dont worry about the weather!It wont rain...Hey,guess,who eat the clouds in sky pletely?
(Swallow)
Grandma is always busy.Every day she makes many paper-cut with a pair of scissors.
Swallows are also busy now.Every year they make a new coat for spring with their tails.
(Ant)
Ant,ant,why you always crawling at the er of wall?You take a sun ray through the crack of brick as a blob of honey,dont you?
(Butterfly)
Sis,Why these petals fly away?
Oh,say no more, I uand!
They are delivering the springs colors to the empty sky,arent they?
(Spider)
I wish I could bee a spider...Oh,how I want to weave a silver hammock among the primroses!
(Tadpole)
One by one uhe pool,the musiotes are together dreaming a green ballad of future.
(Flower House)
It was drizzling all night long...Uhe first sunshine of m,the flowers in the garden all open their doors and windows to flaunt their pearls and diamonds.
Why,white fleuret,you still keep yate closedown?
shh,a little drenched beetle came to my house last evening.And now It is still sleeping in here.Look, with a coverlet of delicate aroma,what a sweet dream it is having!