Disappear behind the closed door,
Children, gardens, flowers, the sun,
All the shapes have disappeared.
Layers of shadows fall,
The small lamp is leaking;
Under the coat at night,
Everything has faded.
Daisy closed her eyes and the garden fell asleep.
The baby fell asleep in the crib-
Fireflies doze in the rut.
The little mouse sleeps on the garbage.
In a dark house.
With the candlelight raised by parents flashing.
Until all is silent,
The bedroom door was gently closed.
Finally, the sky showed her face again.
A glimmer of light shines in the east;
There are green beans and flowers on the fence.
The bird just got up.
All the scenes were drowned in the night:
Houses, trees and fences ...
Appear gradually, sparrow
Have swept the wings of the window lattice.
They will wake up the yawning girl.
Push your own door open—
Aurora
Gaze at the dew on the garden grass.
My garden woke up again,
Painted pink and light green;
Just like behind the window lattice last night,
It once painted itself with black ink.
Just like at the counter at night.
Locked up like a toy,
I saw it again during the day.
Glowing under the bright sky.
Every road, every inch of land,
Every rose tree,
Every blue forget-me-not,
Are dotted with glittering and translucent water drops.
"Ah," they cried, "the day has passed.
Come to the valley with a smile.
We sounded the first morning drum,
Partner, come on, add your own voice! "