Translated by Zheng Zhenduo

Jiating

I was walking alone across the field, and the sunset hid its last gold like a miser.

The day fell into deeper darkness, and the lonely field that had been harvested lay there quietly.

A boy's shrill voice suddenly sounded in the sky. He walked through the invisible darkness, leaving traces of his singing in the silence of dusk.

His rural hometown is located on the desolate edge, behind the sugarcane fields, hiding in the shadow of banana trees, slender betel nuts, coconut trees and dark green Jacques trees.

I stopped for a while and walked alone under the starlight. I saw the dark earth spread out in front of me, embracing countless families with my arms. In those families, there are cradles and beds, mother's heart and night lights, and young life. They are full of joy, but they don't know the value of such joy to the world.

Children's way

As long as the child is willing, he can fly to the sky at this moment.

It is not without reason that he did not leave us.

He likes to lean his head on his mother's chest, and he can't even see her for a moment.

Children know all kinds of clever words, although few people in the world understand their meanings.

It is not without reason that he never wants to talk about it.

One thing he has to do is to learn what comes out of his mother's mouth. That's why he looks so naive.

The child has piles of gold and beads, but he came into this world like a beggar.

He pretended to come like this for no reason.

This cute little naked beggar pretends to be completely helpless, which is the wealth he wants to beg for maternal love.

Children in the little crescent world are not bound by any restrictions.

It is not without reason that he gave up his freedom.

He knows that endless happiness is hidden in a small corner of his mother's heart and embraced by her dear arm, which is far sweeter than freedom.

Children never know how to cry. He lives in a complete paradise.

His tears are not without reason.

Although he attracted his mother's eager heart to him with a smile on his lovely face, his little cry caused by delicacy was woven into a tape of double restraint of pity and love.

An unobtrusive decorative design

Ah, who painted that little coat, my child, who put that little red coat on your delicate limbs?

You run out in the morning and come to play in the yard. You, running, are like stumbling.

But who painted that little coat, my child?

What made you laugh, my little life?

Mom stood by the door and smiled at you.

She clapped her hands, the bracelets jingled, and you danced with a bamboo pole in your hand, just like a little shepherd boy.

But what made you laugh, my little life bud?

Oh, beggar, what do you want with your hands on your mother's head and neck?

Oh, insatiable heart, do you want me to pick the whole world from the sky like a fruit and put it in your little rose palm?

Oh, beggar, what do you want to beg?

The wind happily took away the jingle of bells at your ankles.

The sun smiles at your clothes.

When you sleep in your mother's arms, the sky looks at you from above. In the morning, you climb into your bed and kiss your eyes.

The wind happily took away the jingle of bells at your ankles.

The dream girl in Xianxiang flies over the hazy sky and comes to you.

In your mother's heart, the mother of the world sits with you.

Playing to the stars, he is standing at your window with his flute.

The dream girl in Xianxiang flies over the hazy sky and comes to you.

Sleepstealer

Who stole sleep from the child's eyes? I have to know.

Mother went to a nearby village to fetch water with a pitcher on her waist.

It's noon now, and the time for children to play has passed; The ducks in the pool are very quiet.

The shepherd boy fell asleep under the banyan tree.

The white crane stood solemnly and quietly in the mud beside the lemon fruit tree.

At this time, the sleeper came, grabbed sleep from the child's eyes and flew away.

When the mother came back, she saw the child crawling around the house.

Who stole sleep from the child's eyes? I have to know. I have to find her and lock her up.

I must observe that black hole. In this hole, there is a Koizumi dripping from a round crumpled stone.

I must look for the shadow of silence in the drunken forest. In this forest, pigeons are cooing where they live, and fairy anklets are jingling in the starry night.

At dusk, I want to peep at the quiet and rustling bamboo forest. In this forest, fireflies are shining and consuming their light. Whenever I meet someone, I will ask him, "Who can tell me where the sleeper lives?"

Who stole sleep from the child's eyes? I have to know.

As long as I can catch her, I'm afraid I won't teach her a good lesson

I'm going to break into her lair and see where she hides the stolen sleep.

I want to take it all and take it home.

I'm going to tie her wings tightly and put them by the river, and then let her take a reed and fish between rushes and water lilies for fun.

At dusk, the street is closed. When all the children in the village are sitting on their mother's lap, the night bird will sneer in her ear and say:

"Whose sleep do you want to steal now?"

begin

"You, where do I come from? Where did you pick me up? " The child asked his mother.

She held the child tightly to her chest, half crying and half laughing and replied-

① Bakula (scientific name mimusopselengi). According to Indian legend, when a beautiful woman spits out perfume, the flower begins to bloom.

"You have been hidden in my heart by me as a wish, my baby.

"You once existed in the clay doll I played when I was a child; Every morning, I make my idol out of clay. At that time, I repeatedly shaped and crushed you.

"You are worshipped with the patron saint of our family, and I worship you when I worship the family god.

"You live in all my hopes and love, in my life and in my mother's life.

"On the knee of the immortal soul that dominates our family, you have been raised for many generations.

"When I was a girl, my heart opened, and you were like a flower fragrance." Your tenderness has blossomed on my young limbs, just like the dawn in the sky before the sun comes out.

"The first darling of heaven, the twin brother of dawn, you floated down from the stream of life in the world and finally anchored in my heart.

"When I stared at your face, mystery flooded me; You belong to everyone, but you have become mine.

"For fear of losing you, I held you tightly in my chest. What magic brought the treasure of this world into my little arms? "

Children's world

I hope I can occupy a quiet corner in the center of the children's own world.

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 thought he was dumb, those who never seemed to walk, all climbed to his window with their stories and plates full of colorful toys.

I hope I can March on the road across the children's hearts and get rid of all the shackles;

There, the emissary carried out an indifferent mission between the kingdoms of kings who had never lived before;

There, reason flies with her laws like a kite, and truth frees facts from shackles.

Be responsible for preparation

My child, why are there tears in your eyes?

They are really terrible and often blame you unnecessarily!

When you write, ink stains your hands and face-is that why they say you are dirty?

Oh, bah! Do they dare to say that the round moon is dirty because she painted her face with ink?

They always blame you for every little thing, my child. They are always looking for unnecessary mistakes.

You tore your clothes while playing-is that why they say you are untidy?

Oh, bah! In the autumn morning, smile from its broken cloud clothes. So, what are they going to call it?

Whatever they say to you, you can ignore him, my child.

They gave a long description of what you did wrong.

Everyone knows that you like candy very much-is that why they say you are greedy?

Oh, bah! We like you, so what do they want to call us?

Judges

You can say anything about him, but I know my child's shortcomings.

I love him not because he is good, but because he is my child.

If you weigh his advantages and disadvantages, I'm afraid you'll know how cute he is.

He became a part of my life when I had to punish him.

When I made him cry, my heart cried.

Only I have the right to scold him and punish him, because only those who love others can punish others.

Play tool

Boy, you are so happy. You have been sitting in the dirt all morning, playing with the broken branches.

I watched you play with that broken branch with a smile.

I'm busy with the accounts, adding figures there hour by hour.

Maybe you are looking at me and thinking: this boring game wasted your good time in the morning!

Boy, I forgot how to concentrate on playing with branches and mud cakes.

I look for expensive toys and collect gold and silver.

You, whatever you find, play your happy game. As for me, I waste my time and energy on what I will never get.

I struggled to sail across the sea of desire in my fragile canoe and forgot that I was playing games there.

astronomer

I just said, "The full moon hangs on the branches of Catambo at night. Can anyone catch it?"

My brother smiled at me: "Son, you are really the stupidest child I have ever seen. The moon is so far away from us, who can catch it? "

I said, "Brother, you are so stupid! When mom looks out the window and smiles and looks down at our game, can you also say that she is far away? "

My brother still said, "You silly child! But, son, where are you going to find a net big enough to catch the moon? "

I said, "You can naturally catch it with both hands."

But my brother still smiled and said, "You are really the stupidest child I have ever seen! If the moon comes near, you will know how big it is. "

I said, "Brother, what you teach at school is really useless! Does mom look big when she bows her head and kisses us? "

But my brother still said, "You are such a silly child."

(1) Gatanbo, formerly known as Kadamba, also known as Kadamba, is literally translated as "white flower", namely epiphyllum.

Yunhelang

Mom, people living in the clouds call me-

"We play from waking to the end of the day.

"We play with the golden dawn, and we play with the silver moon."

I asked, "But how can I contact you?"

They replied, "Come to the edge of the earth, raise your hand to the sky, and you will be caught by the clouds."

"My mother is waiting for me at home," I said. "How can I leave her?"

So they laughed and floated away.

But I know a better game, mom.

I am the cloud and you are the moon.

I cover you with my hands. Our roof is blue sky.

People living on the waves call me-

"We sing from morning till night; We go forward, go forward, and don't know where we have gone. "

I asked, "But how can I join your team?"

They told me, "Come to the shore, stand there, close your eyes, and you will be taken to the waves."

I said, "at night, my mother often lets me stay at home-how can I leave her!" " "

So they came running, laughing and jumping.

But I know a better game.

I am a wave, and you are a strange shore.

I rushed in, rushed in, rushed in, and broke into your thigh with a smile.

No one in the world will know where we are.

Jinhua

If I become a golden flower, just for fun, growing on the high branches of that tree, swaying in the wind with a smile and dancing on the new leaves, mom, will you know me?

If you yell, "Where are you, son?" I snickered there, but didn't say a word.

I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.

When you take a shower, put your wet hair on your shoulders, walk past the golden flower shaded by green trees, and walk to the yard where you pray, you will smell the fragrance of this flower, but you don't know it comes from me.

When you sit at the window and read Ramayana after lunch, the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees, and I will cast my little shadow on your page, where you are reading.

But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?

When you go to the cowshed with a lamp at dusk, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again. Please tell me a story.

"Where have you been, you bad boy?"

"I won't tell you, mom." That's what you and I were trying to say.

(1) Jinhua, formerly known as champa, also known as champak, scientific name michclia champaca, Indian holy tree, Magnolia, has golden broken flowers. It is also translated as "Zhanboga" or "Zhanboga".

(2) Ramayana is an Indian narrative poem, which is said to have been written by Walmiki. The present version was formed in the second century AD. The book is divided into seven volumes, with 24,000 praises, all describing Rama's life. Rama is Rama Gandhara. The son of the king of ten chariots and the husband of Siddhartha. He joined the WTO in the second (treta yaga) and became the seventh incarnation of Vishnu. Indians regard him as a hero, and some people regard him as a god.

Fairy tale world

If people know where my palace is, it will disappear into the air.

The walls are white and silver, and the roof is dazzling gold.

The queen lives in a palace with seven courtyards; The jewelry she wears is worth all the wealth of the seven kingdoms.

But let me tell you quietly, mom, where is my palace?

In the corner of our balcony, there is a flowerpot with pale yellow flowers.

The princess is lying on the other side of seven impassable oceans, sleeping.

No one in the world can find her except myself.

She wears bracelets on her arms and pearls on her ears; Her hair dragged on the floor.

When I touched her with my wand, she woke up. When I smiled, Zhuyu slipped from her lips.

However, let me tell you quietly in my ear, mom; She lives in the corner of our balcony, where there is a flowerpot with pale yellow flowers.

When you want to take a bath in the river, come to the balcony on the roof.

I sat in the corner where the shadows of the wall met.

I only let the kitten stay with me because it knows where the barber in that story lives.

However, let me tell you quietly in your ear where the barber in that story lives.

He lives at the corner of the balcony, with a flowerpot with Datura flower.

place of exile

Mom, the light in the sky has turned gray; I don't know when.

I had a strange life, so I came to you. This is Saturday, our day off.

Put down your work, mom; Sit by the window and tell me where the Tepanta Desert in the fairy tale is.

The shadow of rain hung over the whole day.

Fierce lightning holds the sky with its claws.

When the clouds are overcast and the sky thunders, I always like to climb on you with my inner fear.

When heavy rain pours on bamboo leaves for hours and our windows rattle with strong winds, mom, I like to sit alone in the house with you and listen to your fairy tales about the Tepanta Desert.

Mom, where is it, on the shore of which ocean, at the foot of which mountain peak and on which king's land?

There are no boundary markers in the field, and there is no road for villagers to walk home at dusk, and there is no road for women to pick up dead branches in the Woods and tie them up and send them to the market. There is only a small piece of yellow grass in the sand, only a tree, where a pair of clever old birds nest. That place is the Tepanta Desert.

I can imagine how the young king's son rode a gray horse across the desert alone on such a cloudy day to find the princess imprisoned in a huge palace outside the unknown ocean.

When rain and fog fell in the distant sky and lightning flashed like a sudden painful spasm, could he remember his unfortunate mother who was abandoned by the king? When he rode through the Tepanta desert in the fairy tale, she cleaned the cowshed with tears in her eyes.

You see, mom, it's getting dark before dawn, and there are few tourists on the road in the village over there.

The shepherd boy has come home from the pasture, and people have come back from the fields, sitting on the straw mats under the eaves of their thatched houses and looking at the gloomy clouds.

Mom, I put all my books on the shelf-don't ask me to do my homework now.

When I grow up, as old as my father, I will learn what I want to learn.

But today, you have to tell me, mom, where is the Tepanta Desert in the fairy tale?

When it is difficult

Dark clouds quickly gathered on the dark edge of the forest.

Son, don't go out!

A row of palm trees by the lake hit the wall in the dark sky; Crows with messy feathers perch quietly on the branches of tamarind, and the east bank of the river is being invaded by dark colors.

Our cow is tied to the fence and barks loudly.

Son, wait here until I take the cow into the cowshed first.

Many people crowded into the flooded fields to catch the fish that escaped from the flooded pond. The rain became a river, flowing through the narrow streets, like a laughing child running away from his mother, deliberately trying to make her angry.

Listen, someone is calling the boatman in the shallows.

Son, it's getting dark and the ferry on the ferry has stopped.

The sky seems to be running on the torrential rain; The water in the river is loud and violent; The women have hurried home from the bank of the Yokogawa River with water jugs full of water.

The lights used at night must be ready.

Son, don't go out!

The avenue leading to the market is empty, and the path leading to the river is slippery. The wind roared and struggled in the bamboo forest, like a beast caught in a net.

Barcos de papel

I put the paper boats one by one in the swift stream every day.

I wrote my name and the name of the village where I lived in big black letters on the paper boat.

I hope people living in different places can get this paper boat and know who I am.

I put Li Xiuhua, who grows in the garden, on my boat, hoping that these flowers at dawn can be safely brought to the shore at night.

I threw the paper boat into the water, looked up at the sky and saw clouds of white sails full of wind.

I wonder what my playmates are in the sky. Put these boats down and race with me! As night fell, I buried my face in my arm and dreamed that my paper boat floated slowly forward under the midnight starlight.

The sleeping fairy sat on the boat with a basket full of dreams.

sailor

The boatman Mantehu's boat is moored at Genji Pier in Laqi.

The ship was loaded with jute uselessly and has been there for a long time.

As long as he is willing to lend me his boat, I will put a hundred paddles on it and raise five, six or seven cloth sails.

I will never drive it to a stupid market.

I will sail all over the seven seas and thirteen rivers in the celestial world.

But, mom, don't hide in the corner and cry for me.

I will not go to the forest like Ramachandra, and I will not come back for fourteen years.

I will be the prince in the story and fill my boat with what I like.

I will take my friend Axi as my companion, and we will sail happily together in the seven seas and thirteen rivers in the celestial world.

I will sail in the morning light.

At noon, when you take a bath in the pond, we will be in the land of a strange king.

We'll pass the Tepuni Shoal and leave the Tepuni Desert.

When we come back, it's getting dark, and I'll tell you everything we saw.

I will cross the seven seas and thirteen rivers in the celestial world.

1) Rama Gandhara is Rama. He is the protagonist in the Indian narrative poem Ramayana. In order to respect his father's promise and maintain the friendship between brothers, he gave up the right to inherit the throne and was exiled in the forest with his wife Sido for fourteen years.

opposite bank

I am eager to go to the other side of the river.

Over there, many boats are tied to bamboo poles;

People cross there by boat in the morning, carrying plowshares on their shoulders to cultivate their distant fields;

Over there, shepherds let their chirping cows swim to the pasture by the river;

At dusk, they all went home, leaving only wolves howling on this island full of weeds.

Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a boatman on this ferry when I grow up.

It is said that there are many strange ponds hidden behind this high shore.

After the rain, flocks of wild birds flew there, and lush reeds grew on the shore, where waterfowl laid eggs;

The bamboo chickens waving their tails left their tiny footprints on the clean soft mud;

At dusk, the long grass blooms with white flowers, inviting moonlight to float on the wave surface of the long grass.

Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a boatman on this ferry when I grow up.

I want to cross from one shore to the other, and all the boys and girls in the village who bathe there will look at me in surprise.

The sun rose to the sky and the morning became noon. I will run to you and say, "Mom, I'm hungry!" " "

At the end of the day, the shadow falls under the tree, and I go home at dusk.

I will never leave you to work in the city like my father did.

Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a boatman on this ferry when I grow up.

Huade school

When Lei Yun thundered in the sky and the showers in June fell,

The moist east wind walks through the wilderness and plays the flute in the bamboo forest.

So groups of flowers suddenly ran out of unknown places and danced wildly on the green grass.

Mom, I really think those flowers are in an underground school.

They do their homework with the door closed. If they want to play games before school, their teacher will punish them for standing in the corner.

As soon as it rained, they had a holiday.

The branches of the forest collided and the green leaves rustled in the strong wind. Lei Yun clapped his hands, and the children dressed in purple, yellow and white rushed out at that time.

Mom, do you know that their home is in the sky, where the stars live?

Don't you see how eager they are to get there? Don't you know why they are in such a hurry?

I can naturally guess who they are raising their arms to: they also have their own mothers, just as I have my own.

Ren Shang

Mom, let's imagine that you stay at home and I travel abroad.

Imagine again that my boat is already full on the dock waiting to leave.

Now, mom, please think about it and tell me what I want to bring you when I come back.

Mom, do you want piles of gold?

On both sides of the golden river, the fields are covered with golden rice.

On the tree-lined road, golden flowers also fell to the ground one after another.

I'll help you put them all away and put them in hundreds of baskets.

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

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

In that place, at the dawn of the morning, beads trembled on the wild flowers in the grass, beads fell on the green grass, and beads were scattered on the beach by the waves.

Where is my brother? I will give him a pair of winged horses that can fly in the clouds.

Where's Dad? I will bring him a magic pen. Before he feels it, the pen can write words.

What about you, mom? I must give you that jewelry box and jewels worth seven kingdoms.

empathy

If I were just a puppy and not your child, dear mother, would you say "no" to me when I wanted to eat something on your plate?

Are you going to kick me out and say, "Go away, you naughty dog"?

Then, go, mom, go! When you call me, I will never come to you again and never let you feed me again.

If I were just a green parrot, not your child, dear mother, would you lock me tightly so as not to fly away?

You have to shake my hand and say, "What an ungrateful bitch! Biting its chain all night "

Then, go, mom, go! I'm going to run into the Woods; I will never let you hold me in your arms again.

occupation

In the morning, when the clock strikes ten, I go to school along our alley.

Every day when I meet that peddler, he will shout, "bracelet, shiny bracelet!" " "

He has nothing urgent to do, he has no street to go, he has no place to go, and he has no time to go home.

I wish I were a peddler, living in the street and shouting, "bracelet, shiny bracelet!" " "

At four o'clock in the afternoon, I go home from school.

From a door, I can see a gardener digging there.

He digs whatever he wants with a hoe. His clothes were stained with dust. If he is sunburned or wet, no one will scold him.

I wish I were a gardener, digging in the garden. No one will stop me.

As soon as it got dark, my mother sent me to bed.

From the open window, I can see the night watchman walking around.

The alley was dark and empty, and the street lamp stood there like a giant with red eyes on his head.

The night watchman shook his lantern and the shadow walked beside him. He has never had sex once in his life.

I wish I were a watchman, walking in the street all night, chasing shadows with a lamp.

eldest branch of a family

Mom, your child is so stupid! She is ridiculously ignorant!

She doesn't know the difference between street lamps and stars.

When we play with pebbles as food, she thinks they are really food and wants to put them in her mouth.

When I opened a book and put it in front of her, she was reading A, B and C. She tore the pages with her hands and cried happily for no reason. That's how your children do their homework.

When I shook my head at her angrily, scolded her and said she was naughty, she smiled and felt very funny.

Everyone knows that Dad is not at home, but if I shout "Dad" during the game, she will look around happily and think that Dad is really close at hand.

When I took the donkey brought back by the laundryman as a student and warned her that I was a teacher, she yelled at my brother for no reason.

Your child wants to catch the moon.

She is ridiculous; Her name is Gneish (1) Chinoosh.

Mom, your child is so stupid, she is so ridiculously ignorant!

Ganesh is the son of Shiva, the god of destruction, and looks like a human head. At the same time, it is also the first word that modern Indians like to use as a name.

Little giant

I am very young, because I am a child, and I will grow up when I am as old as my father.

If my husband comes, say, "It's getting late, take your slate and your book."

I will tell him, "Don't you know that I am as old as my father?"

I'll never learn from it again. "

My teacher will be surprised and say, "He can stop studying because he is an adult."

I got dressed and went to the crowded market.

If my uncle comes to me and says, "You are going to get lost, my child, let me lead you."

I want to answer: "Uncle, don't you see that I am as old as my father? I decided to go to the market alone. "

My uncle will say, "Yes, he can go anywhere because he is an adult."

When I give money to the nanny, my mother will come out of the bathroom because I know how to open the silver box with my key.

If mom says, "What are you doing, naughty boy?"

I will tell her, "Mom, don't you know that I am as old as my father?" I have to give money to the nanny. "

Mother will say to herself, "He can give money to whoever he likes, because he is an adult."

When I have a holiday in October, my father will go home. He will think that I am still a child and bring me little shoes and silk shirts from the city.

I will say, "Dad, give these things to my brother, because I am as old as you."

Dad will think about it and say; "He can buy his own clothes at will, because he is an adult."

Twelve o'clock direction

Mom, I really don't want to do my homework now. I have been studying all morning.

You said, it's only twelve o'clock. Assuming that it will not be later than twelve o'clock;

Can't you imagine it's twelve o'clock in the afternoon?

I can easily imagine that the sun has reached that area by now.