When I recall my childhood, I can look at the sun with my eyes wide open. I am good at observing autumn. When I see something small, I have to check its texture carefully, so I have a good time outside.

In summer, mosquitoes turn thunder, and privately plan to dance into a group of cranes in the air. The direction of the heart is either a thousand or a hundred, and it is indeed a crane; Look up, Xiang Qiang. Mosquitoes stay in the tent and smoke, making them fly towards the smoke, making them look like white cranes in Qingyun, like cranes in the clouds, and happy.

I often crouch in the concave and convex parts of the earth wall, in the grass on the flower platform, so that it is flush with the platform; If you look closely, you can feel at ease when you wander around with bushes as forests, insects and ants as beasts, convex soil and gravel as hills and concave soil as valleys.

One day, I saw two insects fighting in the grass. When I watched it, it was in full swing. Suddenly, a monster came down from the mountain and fell from the tree, covering a frog. My tongue spit out and both worms swallowed it. I was young and lost in thought, but I was surprised. God decided to catch frogs, whip dozens and drive them out of the hospital.

Children's Interesting Translation-Shen Fu

Looking back on my childhood, I can open my eyes to the sunshine and see the subtle things clearly. When I see tiny things, I have to observe their lines carefully, so I often get interest beyond the things themselves.

Mosquitoes in summer make thunderous sounds, and I privately compare them to flocks of cranes flying in the sky. In my heart, hundreds of mosquitoes have become cranes. I looked up and my neck was stiff. I left a few mosquitoes in the undyed curtains, slowly sucked out the smoke, let the mosquitoes sing and dance in the smoke, and looked at them like white cranes in Qingyun. Sure enough, they were like cranes singing in the clouds, because I was so happy that I cheered.

I often squat in the uneven soil wall or the messy grass on the flower bed to make it as high as the flower bed. Looking closely, I regard flowers and plants as forests, insects and ants as beasts, some raised stones as hills, and depressions as gullies. I feel very comfortable and happy to play in this realm.

One day, I saw two bugs fighting in the grass, and my mood was very strong. Suddenly, a huge object rushed down from the mountain and knocked down the tree. It turned out to be a frog. As soon as its tongue spit out, the two worms were swallowed by it. I was young and lost in thought, so I cried out in fear. After a pause, he caught the frog, whipped it dozens of times and drove it to another yard.

The first thing is to watch a mosquito grow into a crane.

The second thing is to walk in the forest.

The third thing is to watch the insects fight and drive away the toad.