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¡¡¡¡It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

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¡¡¡¡The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

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¡¡¡¡Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.

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¡¡¡¡What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

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¡¡¡¡My wishes arefools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen.

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¡¡¡¡There is no fun in my play, so I have come to you. It is Saturday, our holiday. ÎÒÍæµÃ¹Öû¾¢¶ùµÄ£¬ËùÒÔµ½ÄãÕâÀïÀ´ÁË¡£ÕâÊÇÐÇÆÚÁù£¬ÊÇÎÒÃǵÄÐÝÏ¢ÈÕ¡£

¡¡¡¡Leave off your work, mother; sit here by the window and tell me where the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale is? ·ÅÏÂÄãµÄ»î¼Æ£¬ÂèÂè;×øÔÚ¿¿´°µÄÒ»±ß£¬¸æËßÎÒͯ»°ÀïµÄÌØÅËËþɳĮÔÚʲôµØ·½?

¡¡¡¡The shadow of the rains has covered the day from end to end. ÓêµÄÓ°×ÓÕÚÑÚÁËÕû¸ö°×Ìì¡£

¡¡¡¡The fierce lightning is scratching the sky with its nails. Ð×Ã͵ĵç¹âÓÃËüµÄצ×Ó×¥×ÅÌì¿Õ¡£

¡¡¡¡When the clouds rumble and it thunders, I love to be afraid in my heart and cling to you. µ±ÎÚÔÆÔÚºäºäµØÏì×Å£¬Ìì´ò×ÅÀ×µÄʱºò£¬ÎÒ×Ü°®ÐÄÀï´ø×Å¿Ö¾åÅÀ·üµ½ÄãµÄÉíÉÏ¡£

¡¡¡¡When the heavy rain patters for hours on the bamboo leaves, and our windows shake and rattle at the gusts of wind, I like to sit alone in the room, mother, with you, and hear you talk about the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale. µ±´óÓêÇãкÔÚÖñÒ¶×ÓÉϺü¸¸öÖÓÍ·£¬¶øÎÒÃǵĴ°»§Îª¿ñ·çÕðµÃ¸ñ¸ñ·¢ÏìµÄʱºò£¬ÎҾͰ®¶À×ÔºÍÄã×øÔÚÎÝÀÂèÂ裬ÌýÄ㽲ͯ»°ÀïµÄÌØÅËËþɳĮµÄ¹ÊÊ¡£

¡¡¡¡Where is it, mother, on the shore of what sea, at the foot of what hills, in the kingdom of what king? ËüÔÚÄÄÀÂèÂ裬ÔÚÄÄÒ»¸öº£ÑóµÄ°¶ÉÏ£¬ÔÚÄÄЩ¸öɽ·åµÄ½ÅÏ£¬ÔÚÄÄÒ»¸ö¹úÍõµÄ¹úÍÁÀï?

¡¡¡¡There are no hedges there to mark the fields, no footpath across it by which the villagers reach their village in the evening, or the woman who gathers dry sticks in the forest can bring her load to the market. With patches of yellow grass in the sand and only one tree where the pair of wise old birds have their nest, lies the desert of Tep?ntar. ÌïµØÉÏûÓд˽®±ËÈÀµÄ½çʯ£¬Ò²Ã»ÓдåÈËÔڻƻèʱ×߻ؼҵģ¬»ò¸¾ÈËÔÚÊ÷ÁÖÀï¼ñÊ° ¿ÝÖ¦¶øÀ¦Ôص½Êг¡ÉÏÈ¥µÄµÀ·¡£É³µØÉÏÖ»ÓÐһС¿éһС¿éµÄ»ÆÉ«²ÝµØ£¬Ö»ÓÐÒ»ÖêÊ÷£¬¾ÍÊÇÄÇÒ»¶Ô´ÏÃ÷µÄÀÏÄñ¶ùÔÚÄÇÀï×öÎѵģ¬ÄǸöµØ·½¾ÍÊÇÌØÅËËþɳĮ¡£

¡¡¡¡I can imagine how, on just such a cloudy day, the young son of the king is riding alone on a grey horse through the desert, in search of the princess who lies imprisoned in the giants palace across that unknown water. ÎÒÄܹ»ÏëÏóµÃµ½£¬¾ÍÔÚÕâÑùÒ»¸öÎÚÔÆÃܲ¼µÄÈÕ×Ó£¬¹úÍõµÄÄêÇáµÄ¶ù×Ó£¬ÔõÑùµØ¶À×Ô Æï×Åһƥ»ÒÉ«Âí£¬×ß¹ýÕâ¸öɳĮ£¬È¥Ñ°ÕÒÄDZ»Çô½ûÔÚ²»¿ÉÖªµÄÖØÑóÖ®ÍâµÄ¾ÞÈ˹¬ÀïµÄ¹«Ö÷¡£

¡¡¡¡When the haze of the rain comes down in the distant sky, and lightning starts up like a sudden fit of pain, does he remember his unhappy mother, abandoned by the king, sweeping the cow-stall and wiping her eyes, while he rides through the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale? µ±ÓêÎíÔÚÒ£Ô¶µÄÌì¿ÕϽµ£¬µç¹âÏñÒ»ÕóͻȻ·¢×÷µÄÍ´³þµÄ¾·ÂÎËƵØÉÁÉäµÄʱºò£¬Ëû ¿É¼ÇµÃËûµÄ'²»ÐÒµÄĸÇ×£¬Îª¹úÍõËùÆú£¬ÕýÔÚɨ³ýÅ£ÅÑÛÀïÁ÷×ÅÑÛÀᣬµ±ËûÆïÂí×ß¹ýͯ»°ÀïµÄÌØÅËËþɳĮµÄʱºò?

¡¡¡¡See, mother, it is almost dark before the day is over, and there are no travellers yonder on the village road. ¿´£¬ÂèÂ裬һÌ컹ûÓÐÍ꣬ÌìÉ«¾Í²î²»¶àºÚÁË£¬ÄDZߴåׯµÄ·ÉÏûÓÐʲôÂÿÍÁË¡£

¡¡¡¡The shepherd boy has gone home early from the pasture, and men have left their fields to sit on mats under the eaves of their huts, watching the scowling clouds. ÄÁͯÔç¾Í´ÓÄÁ³¡ÉϻؼÒÁË£¬ÈËÃǶ¼ÒÑ´ÓÌïµØÀï»ØÀ´£¬×øÔÚËûÃDzÝÎݵÄéÜϵIJÝϯÉÏ£¬ÑÛÍû×ÅÒõ³ÁµÄÔÆ¿é¡£

¡¡¡¡Mother, I have left all my books on the shelf--do not ask me to do my lessons now. ÂèÂ裬ÎÒ°ÑÎÒËùÓеÄÊé±¾¶¼·ÅÔÚÊé¼ÜÉÏÁË¡ª¡ª²»Òª½ÐÎÒÏÖÔÚ×ö¹¦¿Î¡£

¡¡¡¡When I grow up and am big like my father, I shall learn all that must be learnt. µ±ÎÒ³¤´óÁË£¬´óµÃÏñ°Ö°ÖÒ»ÑùµÄʱºò£¬ÎÒ½«»áѧµ½±ØÐëѧµÄ¶«Î÷µÄ¡£

¡¡¡¡But just for to-day, tell me, mother, where the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale is? µ«ÊÇ£¬½ñÌìÄã¿ÉµÃ¸æËßÎÒ£¬ÂèÂ裬ͯ»°ÀïµÄÌØÅËËþɳĮÔÚʲôµØ·½?

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¡¡¡¡ÓêÌì The rainy day

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¡¡¡¡The palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their heads against the dismal sky; the crows with their draggled wings are silent on the tamarind branches, and the eastern bank of the river is haunted by a deepening gloom. ºþ±ßµÄÒ»ÐÐ×ØÊ÷£¬ÏòêÔ°µµÄÌì¿Õײ×ÅÍ·;ÓðëÁãÂÒµÄÎÚÑ»£¬¾²ÇÄÇĵØÆÜÔÚÂÞÍû×ÓµÄÖ¦ÉÏ£¬ºÓµÄ¶«°¶Õý±»ÎÚ³Á³ÁµÄêÔÉ«ËùÇÖÏ®¡£

¡¡¡¡Our cow is lowing loud, tied at the fence. ÎÒÃǵÄţϵÔÚÀéÉÏ£¬¸ßÉùÃù½Ð¡£

¡¡¡¡O child, wait here till I bring her into the stall. º¢×Ó£¬ÔÚÕâÀïµÈ×Å£¬µÈÎÒÏÈ°Ñţǣ½øÅ£ÅïÀïÈ¥¡£

¡¡¡¡Men have crowded into the flooded field to catch the fishes as they escape from the overflowing ponds; the rain water is running in rills through the narrow lanes like a laughing boy who has run away from his mother to tease her. Ðí¶àÈ˶¼¼·ÔÚ³ØË®·ºÒçµÄÌï¼ä£¬×½ÄÇ´Ó·ºÒçµÄ³ØÖÐÌÓ³öÀ´µÄÓã¶ù£¬ÓêË®³ÉÁËСºÓ£¬Á÷¹ýÏÁ½Ö£¬ºÃÏñÒ»¸öæÒЦµÄº¢×Ó´ÓËûÂèÂèÄÇÀïÅÜ¿ª£¬¹ÊÒâÒªÄÕËýÒ»Ñù¡£

¡¡¡¡Listen, someone is shouting for the boatman at the ford. Ìýѽ£¬ÓÐÈËÔÚdz̲ÉϺ°´¬·òÄØ¡£

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¡¡¡¡The sky seems to ride fast upon the madly-rushing rain; the water in the river is loud and impatient; women have hastened home early from the Ganges with their filled pitchers. Ìì¿ÕºÃÏñÊÇÔÚäèãûµÄÓêÉÏ¿ìÅÜ×Å;ºÓÀïµÄË®Ðú½Ð¶øÇÒ±©Ôê;¸¾ÈËÃÇÔçÒÑÄÃ׿³ÂúÁËË®µÄË®¹Þ£¬´ÓºãºÓÅϴҴҵػؼÒÁË¡£

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¡¡¡¡The road to the market is desolate, the lane to the river is slippery. The wind is roaring and struggling among the bamboo branches like a wild beast tangled in a net. µ½Êг¡È¥µÄ´óµÀÒÑûÓÐÈË×ߣ¬µ½ºÓ±ßÈ¥µÄС·Óֺܻ¬¡£·çÔÚÖñÁÖÀïÅØÏø×Å£¬ÕõÔú×Å£¬ºÃÏñÒ»Ö»ÂäÔÚÍøÖеÄÒ°ÊÞ¡£

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¡¡¡¡In big black letters I write my name on them and the name of the village where I live. ÎÒÓôóºÚ×ÖдÎÒµÄÃû×ÖºÍÎÒסµÄ´åÃûÔÚÖ½´¬ÉÏ¡£

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¡¡¡¡I load my little boats with shiuli flowers from our garden, and hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land in the night. ÎÒ°ÑÔ°Ö㤵ÄÐãÀû»¨ÔØÔÚÎÒµÄ.С´¬ÉÏ£¬Ï£ÍûÕâЩÀèÃ÷¿ªµÄ»¨ÄÜÔÚÒ¹Àﱻƽƽ°²°²µØ´øµ½°¶ÉÏ¡£

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¡¡¡¡She doesnt know the difference between streetlights and stars.

¡¡¡¡When we were playing the game of using small stones as food, she thought they were really food and wanted to put them in her mouth.

¡¡¡¡When I opened a book and placed it in front of her, while she was reading a, b, and c, she tore the pages with her hand and exclaimed happily for no reason. Thats how your child does their homework.

¡¡¡¡When I angrily shook my head at her, scolded her, and said she was naughty, she burst out laughing, thinking it was funny.

¡¡¡¡Everyone knows that dad is not at home, but if I shout dad loudly while playing games, she will look around happily, thinking that dad is really close by.

¡¡¡¡When I took the donkey that the laundry man brought back to carry clothes as a student and warned her that I was a teacher, she inexplicably called out to my brother.

¡¡¡¡Your child wants to catch the moon.

¡¡¡¡She is so ridiculous; She called Genish Qinuxu.

¡¡¡¡Mom, your child is really stupid. She is so absurdly ignorant!

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¡¡¡¡My soul sways with your melody.

¡¡¡¡Your eyes sparkle with the light of my hope,

¡¡¡¡Your fragrance blends with my longing.

¡¡¡¡From now on, day and night, between your unparalleled beauty, my heart shines, blooms, and sways gently,

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¡¡¡¡No one knows where it comes from.

¡¡¡¡Suddenly stopping the journey, stopping at the heart of heaven,

¡¡¡¡Looking affectionately under the moonlight on the fourth day of the lunar new year,

¡¡¡¡In the dim light, I vaguely feel like we met in the past.

¡¡¡¡Remembering the green islands and misty mountains,

¡¡¡¡The seaside at dusk is very dense.

¡¡¡¡Face to face but with a sense of separation from all directions,

¡¡¡¡I was about to have sex, but I was shy when I first met.

¡¡¡¡A crescent moon hangs high in the intersecting line of sight,

¡¡¡¡The shyness of laughter hinders the intimacy of kissing;

¡¡¡¡The preparations of spring dreams tightly connect tired eyes.

¡¡¡¡After finishing the romance, I suddenly heard the footsteps of Qingxi,

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¡¡¡¡Kindness, love, and the pursuit of happiness

¡¡¡¡Mother lifted her bra and held her plump figure in her hand

¡¡¡¡The breasts, with a constant flow of fresh blood plasma

¡¡¡¡Nurture the soul. The thirst for breast milk

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¡¡¡¡Like instinctual hunger, desire, and longing,

¡¡¡¡All attributes of the universe are infinite due to the joys and sorrows

¡¡¡¡And closely related, lasting for thousands of years

¡¡¡¡Various precious lives gradually become abundant

¡¡¡¡Spirituality; New aspirations year after year

¡¡¡¡Appearing in the elegant and refined Hua Tang.

¡¡¡¡Eliminate the thought of sipping milk and tie the rope of maternal love

¡¡¡¡Isnt it absurd to lift a knife and cut off, and be liberated!

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¡¡¡¡Living in a foreign country, still inexplicable

¡¡¡¡Always think of her charming smile.

¡¡¡¡I dont know when the sunset will fall on the western mountains,

¡¡¡¡I dont know when Haitao will stop roaring.

¡¡¡¡A smile rippling from the delicate lips

¡¡¡¡Its like a desolate borderland in the world

¡¡¡¡The tender branches of the Madapi flower tree

¡¡¡¡Unfold petals obscured by new leaves.

¡¡¡¡Tears flowing in the morning and evening

¡¡¡¡Create opportunities for people to caress.

¡¡¡¡Who traveled thousands of miles to bring Yan Xiao here,

¡¡¡¡Teach others who pursue admiration to fall in love alone?

¡¡¡¡When can Yan Xiao ignore life and death

¡¡¡¡The brilliance of my simple and innocent kiss?

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¡¡¡¡Dont touch it, dont touch it, go away!

¡¡¡¡Do not make it yellow with unclean touch.

¡¡¡¡Look, its getting more and more withered,

¡¡¡¡Your lustful gasps leak arsenic.

¡¡¡¡You dont know the flower buds lifted by the heart stem

¡¡¡¡Abandoning oneself in the mud and no longer spitting out beauty?

¡¡¡¡Do you not know that the sea of the world is boundless?

¡¡¡¡Do you not know that the path of life is shrouded in darkness?

¡¡¡¡Your Beidou satellite took off too quickly,

¡¡¡¡Love blooms only with the mercy of the gods.

¡¡¡¡Who is willing to go astray now?

¡¡¡¡Who can bear to ravage the flower of love recklessly?

¡¡¡¡If we extinguish the dazzling lanterns,

¡¡¡¡The life of your beloved will surely perish in your hands.

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¡¡¡¡Traveler, do you have to leave? The night is quiet, and darkness sleeps in the woods.

¡¡¡¡The terrace was brightly lit, with flowers blooming brightly, and the young eyes were still clear.

¡¡¡¡Traveler, do you have to leave?

¡¡¡¡We have never bound your feet with pleading arms,

¡¡¡¡What kind of unextinguished fire is burning brightly in your eyes? What restless fanaticism is surging in your blood? What call is urging you in the darkness? What terrible magic did you see among the stars in the sky? It was the sealed secret message of the night that entered your silent and strange heart? A tired heart,

¡¡¡¡If you dont like happy gatherings, if you must be quiet,

¡¡¡¡We will turn off our lights and no longer play our harp.

¡¡¡¡We sit quietly in the rustling of leaves in the dark night, while the tired moon

¡¡¡¡It will sprinkle pale radiance on your window. Traveler, what sleepless elf touched you from midnights heart?

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¡¡¡¡I know there are stars talking to him, and the sky hangs down in front of him, entertaining him with its silly clouds and rainbows.

¡¡¡¡Those who everyone thought he was mute, those who looked like they would never walk, all brought their stories, held plates filled with colorful toys, and crawled to his window.

¡¡¡¡I wish I could march on the path that crosses the hearts of children, freeing myself from all constraints; There, the envoy carried out an indifferent mission and traveled between the kingdoms of the kings without history; There, reason flies with her laws as kites, and truth frees facts from shackles.

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¡¡¡¡Mom, I really feel like those flowers are studying in an underground school.

¡¡¡¡They closed the door to do their homework, and if they wanted to play games before the break, their teacher would punish them for standing on the wall.

¡¡¡¡When the rain came, they went on vacation.

¡¡¡¡Branches touched each other in the forest, green leaves rustled in the strong wind, thunderclouds clapped their hands, and the flower children rushed out wearing purple, yellow, and white clothes at that moment.

¡¡¡¡Do you know, Mom, their home is in the sky, where the stars reside.

¡¡¡¡Didnt you see how eager they were to get there? Dont you know why they are in such a hurry?

¡¡¡¡I can naturally guess who they are raising their arms at: they also have their mothers, just like I have my own mother.

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¡¡¡¡Imagine again, my ship is already packed all over the dock waiting to set sail.

¡¡¡¡Now, Mom, think carefully and tell me what Ill bring for you when I come back.

¡¡¡¡Mom, do you want piles of gold?

¡¡¡¡On both sides of the Golden River, the fields are filled with golden rice seeds.

¡¡¡¡On the tree lined road, golden flowers also fell to the ground one by one.

¡¡¡¡I will pack them all up for you and put them in hundreds of baskets.

¡¡¡¡Mom, do you want pearls as big as autumn raindrops?

¡¡¡¡I want to cross the sea to the shore of Pearl Island.

¡¡¡¡That place, in the early morning dawn, beads trembled on the wildflowers of the grassland, beads fell on the green grass, and beads were scattered on the beach by the raging waves.

¡¡¡¡Wheres my brother? I want to give him a pair of winged horses that can fly in the clouds.

¡¡¡¡Dad, I want to bring him a magical pen. He hasnt felt it yet, but the pen has already written the words.

¡¡¡¡And you, Mom, I must give you that jewelry box and jewelry worth seven kingdoms.

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