【诗歌】暑假趣事诗歌：夏天的快乐

夏天的快乐

暑假哗啦一声推开门，

书包挂在墙上放了假，

闹钟也睡到了太阳晒屁股，

阳光在窗台上写着：快来呀，快来玩吧。

我们光着脚丫跑向游泳池，

水举起白白的胳膊喊我们的名字，

扑通一声，跳水一声，水花一片，

我们都成了小鱼，游来游去。

游泳圈托着我，水珠滚过鼻尖，

教练的哨子变成了泡泡，

我在水底学会了吹泡泡，

还教池底的小青蛙唱了一首新歌。

中午的壁虎趴在墙上打盹，

冰棍车叮叮当当敲过小巷，

红豆的、绿豆的、青豆的，

舔上一口，整个夏天都凉快了。

上来吃西瓜，咔嚓一声响，

红红的瓤，黑黑的籽，沙又甜，

汁水顺着手腕流进池子里，

连小鱼都游过来想尝一尝。

一口两口三口，肚子圆得像小鼓，

吐出的籽在阳光下画出弧线，

谁的籽吐得远，谁就大声喊，

一池子的笑声哗啦哗啦地溅。

下午我们举起水枪开战，

呲出一道彩虹，白白的、亮亮的，

你躲到柱子后头，我藏进伞底下，

衣服全湿了，谁也不许回家告状。

树上的知了也跟着起哄，

知了、知了，叫个不停，

好像在替我们数谁的水枪装得快，

数着数着，它自己先笑哑了嗓子。

傍晚我们在院子里追蜻蜓，

蜻蜓飞得高，我们跳得高，

一只蜻蜓也没捉住，

可我们的笑声飞得比蜻蜓还高。

太阳落山了，云烧成红色，

奶奶的蒲扇在树下摇啊摇，

我们把一天的趣事讲了一遍又一遍，

讲着讲着，星星爬上了树梢。

雷阵雨说来就来，哗啦啦，

我们站在屋檐下看它洗院子，

雨点踩着小水洼跳舞，

一跳一跳，溅起一地的笑声。

雨停了，天边挂出半道彩虹，

我们跑出去数它的颜色，

数到红橙黄绿，忘了后面的，

就一起喊：反正都好看！

暑假是一碗大大的快乐，

游泳是冰，西瓜是甜，

笑声是搅一搅的小勺子，

搅一搅呀，每一天都好吃。

我不想让暑假去放假，

我想一直游泳、一直吃瓜、一直笑，

要是夏天非要走，我就摆摆手说：

明年一定回来呀，我在这儿把你等。

The Happiness of Summer

Summer vacation came running with a flash of bright white light, and everything changed in a single moment: my schoolbag hung quietly on the wall, the alarm clock finally took a long holiday, and the sun wrote big golden letters across the window pane, saying: come on, come on, hurry outside and play.

We ran toward the swimming pool with our bare feet slapping the warm ground, and the water waved its white arms and shouted out our names, because with one splash, one dive, and one big cannonball, every one of us turned into a little fish swimming happily to and fro.

The floatie held me up while little water beads rolled down my nose, and even the coach's whistle seemed to turn into floating bubbles, because that day I learned to blow bubbles under the water and I even taught the small frog at the bottom of the pool a brand new song.

At noon the little gecko clung to the warm wall taking its nap, and the ice pop cart clanged its bell all the way through our alley, with red bean, mung bean, and green bean pops shining in the box, and one single lick of it made the whole summer turn cool.

Then came the watermelon, cut open with one loud crack, showing its red sandy flesh and its shining black seeds, and the sweet juice ran all the way down my wrist and dripped into the pool, so that even the fish came swimming over hoping to join in the fun.

I ate one bite, two bites, three bites, until my belly was round like a little drum, and the seeds we spat out drew long arcs across the sunshine, and whoever spat his seed the farthest got to shout the loudest, while the whole pool rang with laughter splashing everywhere.

In the afternoon we raised our water guns and started a great battle, and our shots made a little rainbow in the air, white and shining, and you hid behind the pillar while I hid under the umbrella, and our clothes got completely soaked, and nobody was allowed to go home and tell on anybody.

The cicadas up in the trees joined in the cheering too, singing cicada, cicada, without stopping for a single second, as if they were counting how fast each of us could refill our water guns, and while they were counting, they laughed themselves hoarse and had to stop singing.

In the evening we chased the dragonflies around in our courtyard, and the dragonflies flew up high and we jumped up high, and although we did not catch a single dragonfly all by ourselves, our laughter flew even higher into the sky than any dragonfly ever could.

When the sun went down and the clouds turned red and gold, Grandma's old fan swayed slowly under the tree, and we told the story of the day's fun over and over again, telling and telling until the little stars quietly climbed up into the branches.

The summer thunderstorm arrived without any warning, pouring down in a great silver curtain, and we stood under the roof edge and watched it wash our whole courtyard clean, while the raindrops danced on the little puddles, hopping and splashing, and every hop sent up one more laugh from the ground.

When the rain stopped, half a rainbow hung up in the sky, and we ran outside and started counting its colors, and we counted red, orange, yellow, green, and then forgot all the rest, so we just shouted together: it does not matter, every color looks beautiful anyway!

Summer vacation is one big deep bowl of happiness, and swimming is the cool ice inside it, and the watermelon is the sweet syrup inside it, and laughter is the little spoon that stirs everything around, and once you stir it well, every single day tastes delicious.

I do not want summer vacation to go away on its own holiday, I want to keep swimming, keep eating melon, and keep laughing all the way to the end, and if summer really has to leave, I will wave my hand and say: please come back next year, I will be right here waiting for you.

游泳池的笑声

早上太阳刚刚爬上来，

妈妈就装好了游泳圈和泳镜，

我们出发去游泳池，脚步轻快，

好像整个夏天的快乐都在前面等着。

游泳池平平的、蓝蓝的，像一面大镜子，

它朝我摆摆手，哗啦，哗啦，

救生员的哨声、教练的数拍声，

混成一片哗啦啦的水声。

我扶着池边学打腿，

一下、两下、十下、二十下，

游泳圈悄悄松开了我的背，

忽然间，我自己游起来啦！

我像小青蛙一样往前游，妈妈在岸边拍手，

腿有点酸，心却轻得像羽毛，

我潜下去摸一枚亮亮的硬币，

浮上来，把它贴在脑门上当勋章。

朋友小乌龟和我比了一次赛，

他游得像鱼雷，我游得像小鸭子，

他赢了比赛，我赢了水花，

我们俩都笑了，水也跟着笑。

浅水区传来扑腾扑腾的声音，

小小孩们套着浮袖学狗刨，

一个哭鼻子，一个吐泡泡，

哭的那个很快也咧开嘴笑。

跳水台高高的，像一座小雪山，

我在上头站了三回都没敢跳，

第四回闭着眼一蹦，水花砸下来，

原来害怕的声音，比西瓜还脆。

教练教我们踩水，像踩看不见的楼梯，

一踩一踩，头一直露在水面上，

我踩着踩着喊：我会站着游泳啦！

半个池子的人都转过头来鼓掌。

游完泳，我们坐在树荫底下，

爸爸抱来冰过的西瓜，咔嚓切开，

红红的瓤，黑黑的籽，又沙又甜，

咬一口，暑气全都跑光了。

我的脸上还滴着泳池的水，

西瓜的汁又顺着下巴流下来，

西瓜加游泳，等于夏天，

笑声就是夏天发出的声音。

更衣室的柜子里，

藏着一整套湿哒哒的夏天：泳帽、泳镜、拖鞋，

它们滴滴答答地滴水，

像替我们把今天又讲了一遍。

离开的时候，游泳池安静下来，

水面托着天空和白云，

它好像在跟我说：明天见，

把你的笑声带来，把累留下。

回家的路上，我的头发还在滴水，

风一吹，我满身泳池的味道，

公交车上的陌生人对我笑，

好像他也想跳进夏天里游一场。

晚上我梦见自己又在游泳，

梦里的西瓜漂在水面上，

我游过去咬了一口，

在梦里笑醒了。

The Laughter of the Swimming Pool

In the morning the sun had barely climbed up over the roof, and Mom had already packed my floatie, my goggles and my little towel, and we set off for the swimming pool with light and quick footsteps, as if a whole summer full of happiness were waiting for us right there ahead.

The swimming pool lay flat and blue under the sky, like one big shining mirror, and it waved its arms at me, splash, splash, while the lifeguard's whistle and the coach's counting mixed together into one happy splashing sound of water.

I held onto the edge of the pool and learned to kick my legs, one kick, two kicks, ten kicks, twenty kicks, and the floatie let go of my back without my even noticing, and suddenly I was swimming all by myself across the whole pool.

I swam along like a little green frog while Mom clapped for me on the shore, and my legs felt tired but my heart felt light as a feather, and I dove all the way down to pick up a shiny coin and came back up wearing it on my forehead like a little crown.

My friend Little Turtle and I had one swimming race, and he swam fast like a torpedo while I swam steady like a little duckling, and he won the race but I won the biggest splash, so we both laughed out loud and the water laughed along with us.

From the shallow end came a paddling and splashing sound, where the littlest kids wore their arm floats and learned the doggy paddle, and one of them was crying while another one was blowing bubbles, and the crying one broke into a big grin before the minute was over.

The diving board stood up high like a little snowy mountain, and I stood on it three whole times without daring to jump, and on the fourth try I shut my eyes and leaped, and the splash crashed down around me, and it turned out that fear sounds as crisp as a watermelon cracking open.

The coach taught us to tread water, like climbing an invisible staircase, one step, one more step, with our heads staying above the surface, and while I was treading I shouted: I can swim while standing up! and half the people in the pool turned around to clap for me.

After swimming we sat down together under the big shade tree, and Dad brought over a chilled watermelon and cut it open with a loud crack, and the red sandy flesh with its black seeds was so sweet that one single bite made all the summer heat run far away.

My face was still dripping with pool water, and the watermelon juice was running down my chin, and I decided that watermelon plus swimming equals summer, and laughter is simply the sound that summer makes when it is having the happiest time of the year.

Inside the changing room locker there was a whole wet set of summer hiding away: my swim cap, my goggles, and my slippers, and they dripped drop by drop onto the floor, as if they were telling everybody about our day all over again.

When it was time to leave, the swimming pool became quiet again, and its water held up the sky and the clouds, and it seemed to whisper to me: come back and see me tomorrow, and please bring your laughter back with you, but leave your tiredness here in the water.

On the way home my hair was still dripping drop by drop, and the wind blew past and I smelled like pool water, and even a stranger on the bus smiled at me, as if he too suddenly wanted to jump into the middle of summer and swim around.

That night I dreamed that I was swimming again, and in the dream a big watermelon was floating on the water, and I swam over quietly and took one bite of it, and I laughed so hard in the dream that I laughed myself awake in my bed.