Translation:

I recall that when I was a child, I could look straight at the sun with my eyes wide open and my eyesight was excellent. When I see tiny things, I have to observe their textures carefully, so I often feel happiness beyond the things themselves.

In summer, swarms of mosquitoes make thunderous sounds. I secretly compared them to a flock of cranes flying in the air. I thought to myself, these hundreds of mosquitoes really look like cranes. I looked up and my neck was stiff with fatigue. (I) leave a few mosquitoes in the unstained tent, slowly spray them with smoke and let them sing to the smoke. I compared this scene to the landscape of "White Crane in the Clouds", and sure enough, they were like white cranes flying in the clouds, because I applauded happily.

I often bend down to make my body as high as the flower bed with uneven soil wall and overgrown weeds. After careful observation, I regard the bushes as forests, insects and ants as beasts, the raised places of clods and stones as hills, and the low-lying places as gullies, so I browse in this realm with fantasy.

One day, I saw two bugs fighting in the grass, so I squatted down to observe. When I was in high spirits, suddenly a big guy came up from the mountain and fell from the tree. It turned out to be a toad. As soon as his tongue came out, he swallowed both worms. I was so young that I couldn't help screaming. After a pause, I caught the toad and whipped it dozens of times to drive it away from other yards.