Chapter 3 Hot Valley

A pair of little boys holding hot pots are chasing scenes on the street. The Zebra Valley held in his hand is like the torch of the Olympian flame relay. Everything is maturing fast. Please look at a pair of little boys chasing plays on the street They stride across patches of sun with fresh hot buds in their hands Like crossing a piece of lake. Like going over a mother's spring bed. They dodged the street trees and chased forward with forgetfulness. What are they laughing at? Boys in blue vests run on the boulevard. And golf suit shorts. and snow-white sneakers. Parents followed behind on bicycles.

Parents followed behind on bicycles. a boy running Can't help but stop and tear off a leaf of Rebaogu. The joyful grains shoot out the charming cross star glow through the silk wadding The boy chased even tighter the other boy who was running. The golden-yellow fruits of Rebud Valley make the city's summer ripen instantly. Boys run on the iron bridge.run on the river bank.Run on raster. What are they calling for? What are they laughing at? I could hear the wind rustling in Rebo Valley. Please speed up the maturity of everything. 1988