书名:泰戈尔诗选
作者:〔印〕泰戈尔 著;张洪才 编译
本章字数:854
更新时间:2014年12月31日 23:25
it is only twelve o'clock?
I can easily imagine now that the sun has reached the edge of that rice field,and the old fisher-woman is gathering herbs for her supper by the side of the pond.
I can just shut my eyes and think that the shadows are growing darker under the madar tree,and the water in the pond looks shiny black.
If twelve o'clock can come in the night,why can't the night come when it is twelve o'clock?