Listen to the Sound of ``Childhood''

Childhood

By Lo Ta-yu

On the banyan tree by the pond, the cicadas are singing of summer
On the swing by the grass, only butterflies rest upon it
On the blackboard, the teacher’s chalk is still chirping and writing away
Waiting for the end of class, waiting for school to let out, waiting for a childhood of games

In the canteen, there is everything, but not a penny in the pocket
Zhuge Silang and the Devil Party, who finally snatched that precious sword?
The girl in the next class, why hasn’t she passed by my window yet?
History in the mouth, comics in the hand, the childhood of first love in the heart

Always waiting until before bedtime to realize only a little homework is done
Always waiting until after the exam to realize the books that should have been read weren’t
An inch of time is an inch of gold, the teacher said gold cannot buy time
Day after day, year after year, a muddled childhood

No one knows why the sun always sets on the other side of the mountain
No one can tell me if there are immortals living in the mountains
How many ordinary memories, always facing the sky alone in a daze
Just so curious, just so full of fantasy, such a lonely childhood

Dragonflies fly over the lush green rice fields under the sun
Watercolors, crayons, and kaleidoscopes cannot draw the rainbow on the horizon
When can I have a mature and grown-up face like the upperclassmen?
Looking forward to the holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to a childhood of growing up
Day after day, year after year, looking forward to a childhood of growing up

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