The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
雨中湿土的气息升起,如无数渺小而无言的生命,齐声唱出盛大的赞歌。
— Rabindranath Tagore · Stray Birds, 311 (1916) —
The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
雨中湿土的气息升起,如无数渺小而无言的生命,齐声唱出盛大的赞歌。