Green sun
From the bottle held in both hands,
I got to know Ji Bai.
From ripe apples,
I met Bright Red.
From the clear sky I look up to,
I met Azure.
When my third birthday,
Dad gave me a box of crayons.
I think I am so rich,
I got all the colors.
So, I drew:
A blue straight line,
That is the thawing creek;
Draw green ripples,
That is the distant mountains;
Draw another big orange circle,
It is the moon of Mid-Autumn Festival hanging on the horizon.
However, now,
I paint colorful cotton,
In order to make floral clothes for the little sisters;
I draw a transparent ocean,
In order to see the treasures on the bottom of the sea;
Draw another green sun,
To keep the summer cool.
