A little flower
Russian Pushkin
I saw a little flower that was forgotten in the book.
It had withered long ago. Loses fragrance.
Suddenly my heart was filled with
many strange fantasies.
Where is it? when? A spring?
Does it stay open for a long time? Who took it off? Who
is it the hand of an acquaintance or a stranger?
Why put it in the book and press it lightly?
Is it to commemorate a tender encounter,
or is it to commemorate a sad farewell?
Or just strolling in solitude and picking at will,
Morning in the dense forest, in the quiet fields?
Is that him or her still alive?
Where is their home now?
Or they have already passed away,
Like this little unknown flower?
A small flower stuck in the book evoked so many charming images from the poet, as if the withered petals were alive again, and the lost fragrance came to the nostrils again. This poem gives us an unprecedented feeling. We seem to have discovered beauty all of a sudden: a little flower can be so beautiful and full of emotions, and its beauty can be long-lasting, passed on, and treasured, and it has such strong vitality!
Some people realized from this: I hope that our memory will be eternal; I hope that our nostalgia will be warm. In the passing time, those who have passed and those who are about to pass become vivid because of these eternal memories and warm memories, and the future also has a vivid atmosphere because of these eternal memories and warm memories.
Little girl version: Little flowers, little flowers,
Little flowers in the book,
You are so plain,
Why are people so concerned?
Because your fragrance once spread thousands of miles,
you also loved to raise your head and smile proudly to the end of the world,
making tourists' hearts beat,
making poets Poetry flourished.
The lover puts you in the book,
engraving the ups and downs in his heart.
Every man, woman, old and young who reads this book,
You can always bloom the flowers of their thoughts.
Put all my happiness, anger, sorrow and joy on you,
I will spend my time with you as my companion.
No matter you are fresh or dry,
last winter or this summer,
you are firmly in their hearts
Put down the roots.