我是一个任性的孩子

Maybe I am a kid spoiled by mom I am capricious I hope that every moment could be as beautiful as colorful crayons I hope to draw pictures on my beloved white paper draw clumsy freedom draw an eye that would never cry a sky a piece of feather or leaf that belongs to the sky a light green night and an apple I want to draw morning draw a smile that dew could see draw all the youngest and unpainful love draw my lover in imagination she has not seen dark clouds her eyes have the same color of clear sky she would always look at me always, look at me and would never suddenly turn her head I want to draw remote scenery draw distinct horizon and ripple draw lots and lots of cheerful rivulets draw hills—— overgrowing with slight fuzz I put them closely next to each other make them fall in love make every acquiescence every burst of quiet excitement in spring become the birthday of a flower I also want to draw future I have not seen her yet，and it is impossible but I know she is very beautiful I will draw her wind coat in fall draw those flaming candlelight and maple leaves draw many hearts that died out because of loving her draw wedding ceremony every festival that I wake up early on they will be pasted with glass candy wrappers and illustrations of northern fairy tales I am a capricious kid I want to wipe out all the misfortune I want to draw windows all over the earth make all eyes be accustomed to light instead of darkness I want to draw wind draw mountain ridges each one is higher than the next draw the longing of the eastern nation draw an ocean—— its endless and delighted sound In the end, at the corner of the white paper I also want to draw myself draw a koala he is sitting in Victoria dark jungle sitting on a quiet tree branch staring blankly he has no home has no heart that stays afar he only has lots and lots of berry-like dreams and very big eyes I am hoping and thinking but I do not know why I have not received crayons have not got a colorful moment I only have me my fingers and anguish only by tearing up each piece of my beloved white paper let them look for butterflies let them vanish from today I am a kid a spoiled kid of fantasy mom I am capricious 也许 我是被妈妈宠坏的孩子 我任性 我希望 每一个时刻 都象彩色蜡笔那样美丽 我希望 能在心爱的白纸上画画 画出笨拙的自由 画下一只永远不会 流泪的眼睛 一片天空 一片属于天空的羽毛和树叶 一个淡绿的夜晚和苹果 我想画下早晨 画下露水 所能看见的微笑 画下所有最年轻的 没有痛苦的爱情 她没有见过阴云 她的眼睛是晴空的颜色 她永远看着我 永远，看着 绝不会忽然掉过头去 我想画下遥远的风景 画下清晰的地平线和水波 画下许许多多快乐的小河 画下丘陵—— 长满淡淡的茸毛 我让他们挨的很近 让它们相爱 让每一个默许 每一阵静静的春天的激动 都成为一朵小花的生日 我还想画下未来 我没见过她，也不可能 但知道她很美 我画下她秋天的风衣 画下那些燃烧的烛火和枫叶 画下许多因为爱她 而熄灭的心 画下婚礼 画下一个个早上醒来的节日—— 上面贴着玻璃糖纸 和北方童话的插图 我是一个任性的孩子 我想涂去一切不幸 我想在大地上 画满窗子 让所有习惯黑暗的眼睛 都习惯光明 我想画下风 画下一架比一架更高大的山岭 画下东方民族的渴望 画下大海—— 无边无际愉快的声音 最后，在纸角上 我还想画下自己 画下一只树熊 他坐在维多利亚深色的从林里 坐在安安静静的树枝上 发愣 他没有家 没有一颗留在远处的心 他只有，许许多多 浆果一样的梦 和很大很大的眼睛 我在希望 在想 但不知为什么 我没有领到蜡笔 没有得到一个彩色的时刻 我只有我 我的手指和创痛 只有撕碎那一张张 心爱的白纸 让它们去寻找蝴蝶 让它们从今天消失 我是一个孩子 一个被幻想妈妈宠坏的孩子 我任性