xuǎn piān hé chā tú
　　 tóu fā
　　 wǒ men jiā lǐ měi gè rén de tóu fā dōubù yī yàng。 bà bà de tóu fā xiàng sǎo bǎ， gēn gēn zhí lì wǎng shàng chā。 ér wǒ， wǒ de tóu fā tǐng lǎn duò。 tā cóng lái bù tīng fā jiā hé fā dài de huà。 kǎ luò sī de tóu fā yòu zhí yòu hòu。 tā bù yòng shū tóu。 lěi nī de tóu fā huá huá de héng héng huì cóng nǐ shǒu lǐ liù zǒu。 hái yòu qí qí， tā zuì xiǎo， róng róng de tóu fā xiàng máo pí。
　　 zhǐ yòu mā mā de tóu fā， mā mā de tóu fā， hǎo xiàng yī duǒ duǒ xiǎo xiǎo de méi guī huā jié [ méi guī huā jié shì zhǐ méi guī huā zhuàng de yuán xíng huā shì。 ]， yī méi méi xiǎo xiǎo de táng guǒ juàn 'ér， quándōu nà me quán qū， nà me piào liàng， yīn wéi tā chéng tiān gěi tā men shàng fā juàn。 bābí zǐ shēn jìn qù wén yī wén bā， dāng tā lǒu zhe nǐ shí。 dāng tā lǒu zhe nǐ shí， nǐ jué dé nà me 'ān quán， wén dào de qì wèi yòu nà me xiāng tián。 shì nà zhǒng dài kǎo de miàn bāo nuǎn nuǎn de xiāng wèi， shì nà zhǒng tā gěi nǐ ràng chū yī jiǎo bèi wō shí， hé zhe tǐ wēn sàn fā de fēn fāng。 nǐ shuì zài tā shēn bàng， wài miàn xià zhe yǔ， bà bà dǎzháo hān。 ò， hān shēng、 yǔ shēng， hái yòu mā mā nà wén qǐ lái xiàng miàn bāo de tóu fā。

　　Everybody in our family has different hair. My Papa's hair is like a broom, all up in the air. And me, my hair is lazy. It never obeys barrettes or bands. Carlos' hair is thick and straight. He doesn't need to comb it. Nenny's hair is slippery--slides out of your hand. And Kiki, who is the youngest, has hair like fur.
　　But my mother's hair, my mother's hair, like little rosettes, like little candy circles all curly and pretty because she pinned it in pincurls all day, sweet to put your nose into when she is holding you, holding you and you feel safe, is the warm smell of bread before you bake it, is the smell when she makes room for you on her side of the bed still warm with her skin, and you sleep near her, the rain outside falling and Papa snoring. The snoring, the rain, and Mama’s hair that smells like bread.

　　dà liú shì hé yún
　　 nǐ yǒng yuǎn bù huì yōng yòu guò duō de tiān kōng。 nǐ kě yǐ zài tiān kōng xià shuì qù， xǐng lái yòu chén zuì。 zài nǐ yōu shāng de shí hòu， tiān kōng huì gěi nǐ 'ān wèi。 kě shì yōu shāng tài duō， tiān kōng bù gòu。 hú dié yě bù gòu， huā 'ér yě bù gòu。 dà duō shù měi de dōng xī dōubù gòu。 yú shì， wǒ men qǔ wǒ men suǒ néng qǔ， hǎohǎo dì xiǎng yòng。
　　 dà liú shì [ yě shì gǔ dài bō sī dì guó guó wáng de míng zì。 yī dài xióng zhù dà liú shì dà dì zài wèi qī jiān（ qián 522 héng qián 486）， duì nèi qiáng huà jūn zhù zhuān zhì， duì wài shí xíng dà guī mó jūn shì kuò zhāng， shǐ dé bō sī dì guó jìn rù quán shèng qī。 zì mìng bù fán de tā céng zài bèi xī sī dūn de xuán yá shàng kè xià míng wén：“ wǒ， dà liú shì， wěi dà de wáng、 wàn bāng zhī wáng、 bō sī zhī wáng …… wǒ shì guó wáng。” hòu shì yīn cǐ zūn tā wéi“ wàn wáng zhī wáng”。 ]， bù xǐ huān shàng xué de tā， yòu shí hěn shǎ， jīhū shì gè bèn rén， jīn tiān què shuō liǎo yī jù cōng míng de huà， suī rán dà duō shù rì zǐ tā shénme dōubù shuō。 dà liú shì， xǐ huān yòng bào zhú， yòng pèng guò lǎo shǔ de xiǎo gùn zǐ qù zhuī zhú nǚ hái， hái yǐ wéi zì jǐ hěn liǎo bù qǐ de tā， jīn tiān què zhǐ zhe tiān kōng， yīn wéi nà lǐ yòu mǎn tiān de yún duǒ， xiàng zhěn tóu yàng de yún duǒ。

　　You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful. Still, we take what we can get and make the best of it.
　　Darius, who doesn't like school, who is sometimes stupid and mostly a fool, said something wise today, though most days he says nothing. Darius, who chases girls with firecrackers or a stick that touched a rat and thinks he's tough, today pointed up because the world was full of clouds, the kind like pillows.