I stepped on the stone steps gently. The stone steps are like a wonderful piano key, my feet are like a light and slender finger, and my steps are like a light and beautiful music. The branches of a big tree are next to each other, and the sun shines through the treetops, just like a tunnel that can travel through time and space. It seems to take me back to the past, back to the happy and short time in kindergarten.
As if moved by music, Fenger joined my "band". Feng became an excellent violinist, a tree and a beautiful string. They expressed their joys and sorrows in poetry and their hospitality in prose.