(Part I)
Who has ever seen the face of the wind? Who has seen the face of the wind?
I am neither you nor you; No one has seen it, no matter you or me;
But when the leaves hang trembling, but when the leaves tremble,
The wind is passing through. The wind is blowing from there.
(Part II)
Who has ever seen the face of the wind? Who has seen the face of the wind?
Neither you nor I am; No one has seen it, no matter you or me;
But when the trees bow their heads, but when the tops of the trees hang low,
The wind is passing. The wind is passing.
~ Author C.G. Luo Saidi
Another poet's song of the wind
Ah, wind, why do you never stop, wind! Why do you never stop?
Wandering, whistling back and forth, wandering back and forth, whistling
Bring rain from the west, bring rain from the west.
Brought snow from the dark north? Brought snow from the north.
Bugu Bugu
In April, in April,
He's coming, he's coming,
May, may,
Singing all day, how carefree you are singing all day,
In June, in June,
Change his tune, it's changing his tune,
In July, in July,
Get ready to fly, get ready to fly,
August, August,
He has to go! It has to leave!
~ by the nursery rhymes of the mother goose
Color color
What is pink? Roses are pink. What is pink?
On the edge of the fountain. The rose beside the fountain is pink.
What is red? Red poppy What is bright red?
On its barley bed. Poppies in barley fields are bright red.
What is blue? The sky is blue. What is blue? The sky is blue,
Where the clouds drift.
What is white? Swan is white. What is white?
Sail in the light A swan swimming in the sun is white.
What is yellow? Pears are yellow. What is yellow? Pears are yellow,
Rich, mature and mellow. Ripe and juicy.
What is green? The grass is green, what is green? The grass is green,
There are small flowers in the middle. Small flowers are mixed in it.
What is a violet? Clouds are purple. What is purple? In the summer sunset
In the summer dusk. Caixia is purple.
What is orange? Why, an orange, what is an orange? Of course!
Just one orange! Oranges are orange
Author C.G. Luo Saidi
House of cards. House of cards.
( 1)
House of cards. House of cards.
Is neat and small; Clean and compact
Shake the table, shake the table
It's bound to fall. It will definitely fall.
(2)
Find the court card. Find the card with the characters on it.
One by one; Stand up one by one.
Lift it, cover it, and cover it.
It's finished now; -Now the house is built.
Shake the table! Shake the table
That's the fun. This is the fun of it.
Author C.G. Luo Saidi
What did the bird say?
( 1)
What does the bird say? What does the bird say?
In her nest at dawn? In Chu Xiao's nest at dawn?
Let me fly, said the bird, said the bird, let me fly,
Mom, let me fly away, mom, let me fly away.
Bird, rest a little longer, baby, stay a little longer,
Until little wings became strong. When little wings is more difficult.
So she rested for a while, so it stayed for a while.
Then she flew away. However, it flew away.
(2)
What the baby says, what the baby says,
In her bed at dawn. In bed at dawn?
The baby said, like a bird, the baby talks like a bird,
Let me fly.
Baby, sleep a little longer, honey, sleep a little longer,
Until the little cripple is strong. When your limbs are longer and harder.
If she sleeps a little longer,
Babies will fly away, too. Babies are destined to fly away like birds.
Alfred Tennyson, 1809- 1892
Star Xing Xing
( 1)
Twinkle, twinkle, little star! Shine, shine, little star!
How I want to know what you are, I want to know your figure,
Hanging high in the sky, hanging high above the world,
Like diamonds in the sky. Like diamonds in the sky.
(2)
When the blazing sun disappeared, the bright sun had already set.
When he can't shine anything, it stops shining everything.
Then you show your little light, you show some light,
Blinking, blinking all night. Blink all night.
(3)
The dark blue sky makes you miss the dark sky.
Often peep through my curtains, look at me through the curtains,
Because you never close your eyes, never close your eyes.
Until the sun appeared in the sky. Until the sun appears again.
This is your bright and tiny spark, your flashing Mars,
Illuminate travelers in the dark; The night shines on tourists,
Although I don't know what you are, although I don't know your figure,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star! Shine, shine, little star!
Jane Taylor, 1783- 1824