If life deceives you,
Don't be depressed and don't be angry!
When things go wrong, be patient for a while:
Believe it, happy days will come.
Our hearts always look forward,
Despite living in a gloomy moment:
Everything is temporary, fleeting,
The dead will become lovely.
Paper boat Tagore
Day after day, I put the paper boats in the flowing stream one by one.
I wrote my name and the village where I lived in big black letters on the paper boat.
I hope someone in a foreign land finds these paper boats and knows who I am.
I collected beautiful flowers from my garden and put them on my boat, hoping that these dawn flowers can reach the land safely at night.
I put my paper boat in the water and looked up at the sky. I see little white clouds and bulging white paper.
I don't know what my playmates in the sky put them down to compete with my paper boat!
As night fell, I buried my face in my arm and dreamed that my paper boat was floating forward and under the midnight starlight.
The sleepy elf sailed in a paper boat with a basket full of dreams.
Streets in the sky
The street lights in the distance are very clear.
There seem to be countless stars shining.
Stars in the sky. Now,
It seems that countless street lamps are on.
I think in the ethereal sky,
There must be a beautiful market.
Some items on display in the market,
It must be a rare thing in the world.
You see, the shallow Tianhe,
Certainly not very broad.
I think the cowgirl across the river,
I'm sure I can ride a cow.
I think now,
You must walk in Tianjie.
Do not believe, please look at that meteor.
That's them coming with lanterns.
Forecast He Qifang
This heartbeat day has finally come!
Ah, the sigh of your footsteps at night.
I can hear Ben whispering to the leaves of the forest and the night wind.
The graceful hoofbeat of elk galloping across the moss path!
Tell me, tell me with your bell,
Are you a young god in prophecy?
You must come from the warm south!
Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there!
Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers.
How crazy the swallow is in love with Populus davidiana!
I will fall asleep in your dreamy singing,
I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to forget it.
Please stop your tired running,
Come in, there's a tiger mattress. Sit down!
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn.
Listen to me sing my own song in a low voice!
That song will be as gloomy and high as fire,
Tell me about my fiery life.
Don't move forward! There is an endless forest ahead:
Ancient trees bear the marks of wild animals,
Twisted like a half-dead rattan python,
There is not a star in the thick leaves. .
You will be too timid to let go of the second step,
When you hear the first empty voice.
Do we have to go? Please wait for me to go with you!
My steps are familiar with every familiar path,
I can keep singing the songs I forgot,
I give it to you, I give you the warmth of your hand!
The night cut us off,
You can look me in the eye without blinking!
You didn't listen to my exciting song,
Your feet won't stop because of my trembling!
Like a quiet breeze blowing through this dusk,
Disappeared, disappeared your proud steps!
Ah, you finally lost your tongue as predicted,
Young God, can't you speak when you die?
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Your name is Ji Xian.
With the lightest sound in the world,
Whispering your name every night.
Write down your name,
Draw your name,
Dream of your glowing name:
Like the sun, like the stars, your name.
Like a lamp, like a diamond, your name.
Like colorful sparks, like lightning, your name.
Like the burning of the virgin forest, your name.
Carve your name!
Carve your name on the tree.
Carve your name on the immortal tree of life.
When this plant grows into a towering old tree,
Ah, that's good, that's good,
Your name is even bigger.
It's big. Your name.
Here we go. Your name.
So, call your name gently and gently.