I don't cry without regret or call.
Everything will pass away ... such as the mist of apple flowers
The golden leaves fill my heart.
My heart, you have begun to cool down quietly.
Now you will never jump like that:
This home made of patterns of birch can no longer attract me to stay barefoot.
the passion of vagrants! Not seeing you more and more,
prompted me to spit out hot words gently.
ah, my wasted Chinese year!
generate's hatred and unrestrained emotion!
Now I am tired of looking forward to the future.
Life, are you a dream?
It seems that I once galloped on a rosy horse in a noisy spring morning.
The yellow leaves of the maple tree fall silently,
The whole world will rot without a trace ...
All beings in the world, you are endless,
I wish you happiness and prosperity forever!
I bid farewell to the house where I was born
I bid farewell to the house where I was born and left the sky-blue Russia. The birch forest shines like three stars in the pool, warming the old mother's worries. The moon lay flat on the quiet water like a golden frog. Just like the flowing apple blossom-my father's beard has turned gray. My return is far away. The wind and snow will sing for a long time. Only the old maple tree is independent on one foot, guarding the sky-blue Russia. Anyone who loves to kiss the rain of fallen leaves will definitely like that tree when they see it, just because of that old maple tree-its face is like mine.