Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.There are tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the。
泰戈尔。每一首优秀的童诗都是语言的入口，一旦进入，我们就能在阅读的瞬间敞开心灵，开始流动。童诗从创造中找到它自己，慢慢带领我们走向更深处的世界。就像诗人泰戈尔所说：“诗人的风，正出经海洋和森林，求它自己的歌声。”（郑振铎 译）。
秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.And yellow leaves of autumn，which have no songs，flutter and fall there with a sigh.
