Poetry of the earth will never die;
When the sun makes the birds dizzy,
Hiding in the shade, there was a voice.
On the edge of the grass, there is the smell of trees;
It's Guoguo drinking, on a luxurious summer day.
Its happiness will never run out,
Because if it sings too tired,
Just enjoy a moment of leisure under the grass.
The poetry of the earth will never stop;
On a lonely winter night, when the frost and snow
Weave silence, crickets by the fire
Screaming, singing as the temperature rises,
Make people listen in a trance in drowsiness,
Songs of the grassy hillside.
night
Author: [Russia] Ye Saining
The river is asleep,
The dark pine forest lost its noise.
The nightingale's song is silent,
Long-legged crake no longer crows happily.
When night falls, it's quiet,
I can only hear the stream singing softly.
The moon shines on the earth,
Silver everything around you.
The river is full of silver stars,
Silver waves overflow slightly in the stream.
Water flooded the grass on vilen,
Still shining with silver light.
When night fell, there was silence everywhere.
Nature is immersed in a dream.
The moon shines on the earth,
Silver everything around you.