蟋蟀的唧唧,夜雨的淅沥,从黑暗中传到我的耳边,好似我已逝的 少年时代沙地来到我的梦境中。 The cricket“s chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.
《飞鸟集》
印度 . 泰戈尔