梦 A Dream Poem by qin xing

一条弯弯曲曲的小路，
两边密密麻麻的玉米地，
玉米地里种满密密麻麻的棉花。
玉米很高，很高，很高，
高的超过两丈的白杨树。
我看见一位老农攀着梯子摘玉米树上的玉米。
棉花很白，很白，很白，
但棉花却是挂在棉花树上。
轻轻一拽棉花从手里飞了出去，
竟然带动我在玉米树梢飞翔。
越飞越高，
棉花膨胀发大，
变成了朵朵棉花云，
我竟然躺在棉花云上移动。
我看见五彩霞光翻腾着棉花云，
听见有人叫我，
醒了，
原来是做了白日梦。

A winding path,
Both sides of cornfields,
The maize fields is full of cotton.
The corn is very high, very high, very high,
More than six meters of poplars.
I saw a farmer in climbing the ladder to pick corns from the trees.
Cotton is very white, very white, very white,
But the cotton is hung on the cotton tree.
A tug gently cotton from hand flew out,
I fly in the corn trees profusion.
Flying high,
Cotton expansion greatly increased,
Blossoming into a cotton clouds,
I lay on the cotton clouds moving.
I saw the colorful glowing rays churned cotton clouds,
Heard someone calling me,
Wake up,
It was a daydream.