I hear one thousand mixed tones,When I lay in the woods when leaning,Such a beautiful scene in the thoughts of happinessBring my sad thoughts to my heart.Through my feelings, nature, theThe human soul is connected to her masterpiece,This makes my heart more sad to think ofPeople are how to treat people.Through the primrose, in the shade,Long blue and white in the weaving of its wreath,I firmly believe that every flowerEnjoy all the air you breathe.The birds around me jumping,Their thoughts I cannot fathom --But even their subtle movements,Also seems to be a kind of excitement of joy.The budding twigs spread out fan,To catch the light breeze,I must think, do what I can,Where there is joy.If this belief from the apocalypse,If this is the divine arrangement of nature,I have what reason to lamentHow do people treat people?
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