一九七

The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, likethe rustle of dreams from my past youth.蟋蟀的
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I have lost my dewdrop, lost all its stars.花朵向星辰落尽了的曙天叫道：“我的露点全失落了。”
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The burning log bursts in flame and cries, — "This is my flower, my death."燃烧着的木块，熊熊地生出火光，叫道：“这是我的花朵，我的死亡。”让世界自己寻路向你走来。
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The wasp thinks that the honeyhive of the neighbouring bees is too small.His neighbours ask him to build one still small
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I cannot keep your waves,Let me keep your footprints in my heart.河岸向河流说道：“我不能留住你的波浪。让我保存你的足印在我的心里吧。”
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