TomyselfEverysinglemorning,Ifeelthepowerformtheairthesun,thesky......Everysinglenight,Ifeelthespeedofthetimelikewind,dispearingwithoutsound......Iusedtolosemywaytheroadinmyheartwasbecomingbluroneday,occationally,anicebutterflycometomylifethevoicefromthebottomofmyheartclearlytellme,withouthesitatingsheistheotherhalfwillflywithyouforawholelife...Thetimestillfly,stillbusy,stillstressfulbutitstastehas...[
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泰戈尔茉莉花第一次的茉莉花
呵,这些茉莉花,这些白的茉莉花!
我仿佛记得我第一次双手满捧着这些茉莉花,这些白的茉莉花的时候.
我喜爱那日光,那天空,那绿色的大地;
我听见那河水淙淙的流声,在黑漆的午夜里传过来;
秋天的夕阳,在荒原上大路转角处迎我,如新妇揭起她的面纱迎接好的爱人.
但我想起孩提时第一次捧在手里的白茉莉,心里充满着甜蜜的回忆.
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