但我们原本的快乐，的确
真实建立在那一片
鸟语花香的原始村落。
如果它还可以复制、还原，
我便不会写这些来试图讽刺什么。
孩子们也不会丧失了想象的快乐，
用尖尖画笔，去雕刻那些没有感情
也没有色彩的所谓艺术，
车子密密麻麻穿梭在拥挤的城市，
生活，却丢弃原本的自由。
英译版：（Onceuponatime，greenwasjustacolor.
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Thecloudsaresoclose，theskyissoblue，
(thesewereallrealthings)
Carsandhousesarenotascheapastheyarenow，
(nowitonlyexistsinthepaintingswepaintedwhenwewereyoung.)
Butweusedtoplaycarefree，
Painting，somersaulting，foldingtheworkintoanairplane.
Inthecountryside，therearerowsofgreentrees，
Theleavesgrowwell，
Flowersandplantsgrowfreely，manyofthemarenotnamed，
Theregrowcicadasinsu
Theriveroftenoverflows，andtherainyseasonisalwayswarm，
Myfriendsliketocatchfish，
Autumnisamaturedaywithyellowandredleaves
It‘slikemissinginafairytale，coveringtheearthgently.
Therearetracesofbicyclesrunningovertheramp，
Therearefirefliesinautumn，andtherearecountlessstars.
DespitetheTVandradio，
Adultsprefertositoutsideandchat.
Yes，thisiswhatIamdescribingnow.ThereasonwhyIstillwanttorecallitisthatitisbeingabandonedbythetimes.
Thosesimplethingsthataregreen，fresh，livelyandcasual，anddonotneedliteratureandarttorepeat，aregraduallyreplacedbysomecomplicatedandboringthings，
Maybememoriesoftenforgetthecontentofbadmood，
Butouroriginalhappiness，indeed
Thetruthisbasedonthat
Itisaprimitivevillagefullofbirdsandflowers.
Ifitcanalsobecopiedandrestored，
I‘mnotgoingtowritethistotrytosatirize.
Childrenwillnotlosethehappinessofimagination，
Withasharpbrush，tocarvethosewhohavenofeelings
Thereisnoso-calledartofcolor，
Carsshuttlethroughcrowdedcities，
Life，butabandontheoriginalfreedom.）