These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
这些细小的思绪,是树叶的沙沙声;它们在我心里低语着快乐。
— Rabindranath Tagore · Stray Birds, 17 (1916) —
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
这些细小的思绪,是树叶的沙沙声;它们在我心里低语着快乐。