美句欣赏
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away, O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom. The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Once we dreamt that we were strangers. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees. |