Tisch
The beauty of the forest.
The night in the forest is calm and strange,
Silent and strange, in this forest night,
The green dome in Carven is a tree beside the road.
Trees by the roadside, carved green domes,
The infinite shadow island lies quietly in front of me,
The extremely dark island is in front of you,
With the growth of age, summer becomes heavier and heavier, and it leans towards autumn.
Summer is getting heavier and heavier day by day, leaning against autumn.
All the land has matured. No exercise
The earth has matured. Not a ripple.
Along the long blue bay, those cloudy ends.
Along the long blue bay, the cape is gloomy.
Sleep in the afterglow of the sunset;
Sleeping in the fading sunset;
Everything depends on the will to win.
Everything sleeps here, and the will triumphs.
The outline melted into a vague infinity.
Vaguely, it becomes infinite.
Fade, the green melancholy becomes darker, and the dusk becomes deeper:
Dissipate, the blue darkness is deeper and the dusk is heavier;
Listen! Sound and laughter-life and love
Listen! Laughter and Singing-Life and Love
Walk along these wonderful avenues like shadows.
Like a shadow, through the wonderful avenue.
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Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.
Two orioles are singing in the green willows;
A flock of egrets surged into the blue sky.
Outside my window is the snowy western hills.
At my door, a ship from Wu, far away, is moored.
Tisso
Lucy calls them "haunted houses".
Lucy called it a haunted house.
Some people always leave the scenic route and never return. Along this road, the wooden house waited like an old woman; They are everywhere, leaning and turning gray.
Someone always leaves and never comes back. The wooden house is like an old lady, waiting by the roadside; They can be seen everywhere, abandoned, tilted and gradually decayed.
There are always people who give up the lonely beauty of hemlock and rocky lakeside in order to survive, pack up their lives and drive to the city. In the yard, the apple tree is still standing, but the fruit is getting less and less every year.
Some people always give up the lonely beauty of hemlock and stone lake shore for their livelihood, pack their bags and drive to the city. The apple trees in the yard always bear fruit, but the fruit gets smaller every year.
When we do this again, trees will grow wildly, houses will collapse, and it is not even worth breaking into houses. Fields will take over.
When we set foot on this road again, the trees had already grown wildly, the houses collapsed, and it was not even worth breaking into houses. The domain will take its place.
What we can recognize is the wind, the same violent wind, which has no history.
What we will recognize is the wind, the same wild wind, which has no past.