When the sun climbs the mid sky and morning wears on to noon， I shall come running to you， saying mother， I am hungry！
When the day is done and the shadows cower under the trees， I shall come back in the dusk.
I shall never go away from you into the town to work like father.
Mother， if you don’t mind， I should like to become the boatman of the ferryboat when I am grown up.
Sympathy
If I were only a little puppy， not your baby， mother dear， would you say “No” to me if I tried to eat from your dish？
Would you drive me off， saying to me， let away， you naughty little puppy？
Then go， mother， go！ I will never come to you when you call me， and never let you feed me any more.
If I were only a little green parrot， and not your baby， mother dear， would you keep me chained lest I should f？ly away？
Would you shake your f？inger at me and say， “What an ungrateful wretch of a bird！ It is gnawing at its chain day and night？”
Then， go， mother， go！ I will run away into the Woods， I will never let you take me in your arms again.
我独自走在横跨过田地的小路上，夕阳像一个吝啬鬼，正藏起它最后的一点金子。
白昼渐渐地没入深深的黑暗之中，那收割后的田野孤寂、沉默地躺在那里。
突然，一个男孩子尖锐的歌声划破了天空，他穿越了看不见的黑暗，留下歌声回**在静谧的黄昏里。
他的家就在荒地边缘的村落里，穿过甘蔗田，藏在香蕉树、瘦长的槟榔树、椰子树和深绿色的榴莲的阴影里。
星光下，我独自行走着，途中停留了片刻，看着幽暗的大地在我面前展开，正用她的双臂拥抱着无数的家庭，在那里有摇篮和床铺，有母亲们的心和夜晚的灯光，还有年幼的生命，他们满怀喜悦，却浑然不知这样的欢乐对于世界的价值。
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