Original text: "I don't regret, I don't call, I don't cry."
I don't regret, I don't call, I don't cry, everything will pass ... like mist in apple flowers.
Golden leaves fill my heart-I am no longer a teenager.
My heart, you have begun to cool down quietly, and now you won't jump like that. This home made of birch patterns can no longer attract me to stay barefoot.
The passion of the wanderer! Seeing you less and less has prompted me to spit out hot words gently.
Ah, I wasted the Spring Festival! The hatred and unrestrained emotion!
Now I'm tired of looking forward to the future and life. Are you a dream?
It seems that I once rode a rose-colored horse on a noisy spring morning.
The yellow leaves of maple trees fall silently, and the whole world will rot without a trace. ...
All beings in the world, you are endless, I wish you happiness and prosperity forever!
Russian pastoral poet Ye Saining. Masterpieces: Birch Tree, Voice of Moscow Tavern, Anna Sneijina.
Ye Saining's Other Works: Night.
The river flows quietly into the dreamland, and the dark pine forest loses its noise.
The nightingale's song was silent, and the long-legged crake no longer cried happily.
When night falls, it is quiet, only the stream is singing softly.
The bright moon casts light and puts a silver coat on everything around it.
There are thousands of silver stars in the river, and silver waves in the stream overflow slightly.
The grass on the flooded vilen is also shining with silver.
As night falls, there is silence and nature is immersed in a dream.
The bright moon casts light and puts a silver coat on everything around it.