If it's from China.
The rainy lane is perfect.
Original text:
Rain Alley
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She wandered in the lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Partial silence (chi | ch ù, pronounced "red touch").
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left quietly, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
As for English,
Tagore's Birds is very good. I'm listening, and there's music.
This is the website.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall to the ground with a sign.
There is a sigh.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass.
Shook his head and flew away with a smile.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Would you like to take it with you
The lame man under the sand?
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing.
Water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness?
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger.
When we wake up, we know that we love each other.
Once we dreamed that we were strangers.
We woke up and found that we were dear to each other.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest.
Sorrow is calm in my heart, like the night arrival on the earth.
Silent trees.
1 1 Some invisible hands, like an idle breeze, are playing in my heart.
Gurgling music.
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing on my heart.
Ripple music.
12 "What's your language, Hai?"
"This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?"
"It's eternal silence."
What is your language, sea water?
The language of eternal questions.
What's your answer, sky?
The language of eternal silence.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world, it is talking.
Say hello to you.
14 The mystery created is like the darkness at night-great. But the illusion of knowledge is like morning.
Heavy fog.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great.
The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high.
Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
Yes
I sit at my window this morning where the world stops like a passer-by.
After a while, he nodded to me and left.
These trivial thoughts are the rustle of leaves. They whispered happily in my heart.
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They have theirs.
A happy whisper in my heart.
18 You can't see yourself, you only see your own shadow.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow.
My wishes are stupid, they shout in your song.
Let me hear it.
My wishes are fools, they shout across your song, Lord.
Let me listen.
I can't choose the best.
It's the best choice for me.
I can't choose the best.
The best choice is me.
2 1 Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front.
Those who carry lamps cast their shadows in front of them.
Their backs.
My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.
My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life.
We, rustling leaves, have a voice to respond to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? "
"I'm just a flower."
We, rustling leaves, respond to the storm with our voices,
But who are you so silent? "
I am just a flower.
Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes.
Rest belongs to work as eyelids belong to eyes.
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.
God wants us to answer him with the flowers he gave us, not the sun or the earth.
God wants us to answer him in the flowers he gave us, not in the sun.
Earth.
Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat.
Cheating.
Light plays like a naked child among the green leaves.
Happiness doesn't know that people can lie.
O beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror.
O beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror.
My heart beats her waves on the shore of the world and writes her inscription on it in tears:
"I love you."
My heart beats her waves on the shore of the world and writes.
She wrote her signature in tears: "I love you."
Moon, what are you waiting for?
"Salute to the sun where I will give way."
Moon, what are you waiting for?
Salute to the sun I must give way to.
The green trees come to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
God's own morning is new to him.
His own morning is a new surprise to God.
Life gets assets from the world, and love makes it valuable.
Life has found its wealth and value through the requirements of the world.
Because of the requirements of love.
The dry river bed is not grateful for its past.
The dry river bed does not thank its past.
A bird wishes to be a cloud.
Cloud is willing to be a bird.
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
The waterfall sings, "I have a song when I am free."
The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song."
I can't tell why this heart is so depressed and silent.
It's for its little needs that it didn't ask for, didn't know or remember.
I don't know why this heart languishes in silence.
It's for small needs that it never asked for, didn't know, and didn't remember.
Woman, when you are doing housework, your hands and feet are singing, just like a mountain stream singing among pebbles.
Woman, when you do housework, your limbs are singing
Like a mountain stream flowing in pebbles.
When the sun crosses the West Sea, it leaves its last salute to the East.
When the sun crossed the West Sea, it left its last salute.
The east.
Don't blame your food because you have no appetite.
Don't blame your food because you have no appetite.
4 1 The tree stood on tiptoe to peep at the sky, as if expressing the wish of the earth.
Trees, like the longings of the earth, stand on tiptoe to peep.
Heaven.
You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. And I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time.
You smile and don't say anything to me. I think that's why I ...
I've been waiting for a long time.
The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the land are noisy, and the birds in the air are singing.
However, there is silence in the sea, noise on the ground and music in the air.
The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the land are noisy,
Birds in the sky are singing.
But human beings have both the silence of the sea and the noise of the earth
And music in the air.
The world rushes over on the strings of a lingering heart, playing the music of sadness.
The world runs on the strings of a hesitant heart.
Sad music.
He put the sword in front of his god.
When his sword won, he failed himself.
He regarded his weapon as his god.
When his weapon won, he was defeated himself.
God finds himself in creation.
God finds himself through creation.
Shadow puts on her veil and follows light in secret meekness with her silent steps of love.
Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret and meekness.
The silent steps of her love.
Stars are not afraid to look like fireflies.
Stars are not afraid to look like fireflies.
Thank God, I am not the wheel of power, but a living person under this wheel.
I thank you, I am not the wheel of power, but I am one of the creatures crushed by it.
The mind is sharp, not broad. It sticks to every point, but it doesn't move
The heart is sharp, but not broad. It sticks to every point, but does not move.
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