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.

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