四季短笛 精彩片段：
《SPRING》
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 mornings snow,paints a soft yellow tone of spring...
(Paper boat)
I want a willow leaf to make a boat in green,and let it plays with the white cloud in the blue pond of skys reflection.
I want a peach flower to make a boat in pink, and let it carrys the setting sun on the golden river of afterglows brink.
But,its still raining...
So I make a little paper boat,and let it float with a rill of rain water,converging all the silver drops,to look for a new continent in colorful coat.
(rain)
Rain,rain,rain,light and thin,drizzled on the stone path and the wood bridge, sprinkled on the little flowers and grass-blades,and spilt all over the roof of my home.
Dont go out now,my little brother!Cant 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 overturned its palette last night. In this morning,on its face without cleaning,here and there are so many rosy and golden paints!