日期：2007-11-30 THE RAINY DAY SULLEN clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the forest. O child, do not go out！ The palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their heads against the dismal sky； the crows with their draggled wings are silent on the t... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 PAPER BOATS DAY by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream. In big black letters I write my name on them and the name of the village where I live. I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and know who I am. I loa... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 THE SAILOR THE boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj. It is uselessly laden with jute, and has been lying there idle for ever so long. If he would only lend me his boat, I should man her with a hundred oars, and hoist sails, fi... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 THE FURTHER BANK I LONG to go over there to the further bank of the river, Where those boats are tied to the bamboo poles in a line； Where men cross over in their boats in the morning with ploughs on their shoulders to till their far-away fields；... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 THE FLOWER-SCHOOL WHEN storm clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down, The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow its bagpipes among the bamboos. Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows where, and dan... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 THE MERCHANT IMAGINE, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travel into strange lands. Imagine that my boat is ready at the landing fully laden. Now think well, mother, before you say what I shall bring for you when I come back. Mother, d... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 SYMPATHY IF I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, would you say No to me if I tried to eat from your dish？ Would you drive me off, saying to me, Get away, you naughty little puppy？ Then go, mother, go！ I will never come to you w... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 VOCATION WHEN the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our lane, Every day I meet the hawker crying, Bangles, crystal bangles！ There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no road he must take, no place he must go to, no time when h... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 SUPERIOR MOTHER, your baby is silly！ She is so absurdly childish！ She does not know the difference between the lights in the streets and the stars. When we play at eating with pebbles, she thinks they are real food, and tries to put them into her... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 THE LITTLE BIG MAN I AM small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am as old as my father is. My teacher will come and say, It is late, bring your slate and your books. I shall tell him, Do you not know I am as big as father？ And I mu... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 TWELVE O'CLOCK MOTHER, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my book all the morning. You say it is only twelve o'clock. Suppose it isn't any later； can't you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve o'clock？ I can easily... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 AUTHORSHIP YOU say that father writes a lot of books, but what he writes I don't understand. He was reading to you all the evening, but could you really make out what he meant？ What nice stories, mother, you can tell us！ Why can't father write lik... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 THE WICKED POSTMAN WHY do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me, mother dear？ The rain is coming in through the open window, making you all wet, and you don't mind it. Do you hear the gong striking four？ It is time for my brother... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 THE HERO MOTHER, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a strange and dangerous country. You are riding in a palanquin and I am trotting by you on a red horse. It is evening and the sun goes down. The waste of Joradighi lies wan and g... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 THE END IT is time for me to go, mother； I am going. When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you stretch out your arms for your baby in the bed, I shall say, Baby is not there！mother, I am going. I shall become a delicate draught of air and... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 THE RECALL THE night was dark when she went away, and they slept. The night is dark now, and I call for her, Come back, my darling； the world is asleep； and no one would know, if you came for a moment while stars are gazing at stars. She went away... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 THE FIRST JASMINES AH, these jasmines, these white jasmines！ I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these white jasmines. I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth； I have heard the liquid murmur... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 THE BANYAN TREE O YOU shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond, have you forgotten the little child, like the birds that have nested in your branches and left you？ Do you not remember how he sat at the window and wondered at the t... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 BENEDICTION BLESS this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of heaven for our earth. He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of his mother's face. He has not learned to despise the dust, and to hanker after gold. Clasp him t... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-30 THE GIFT I WANT to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the stream of the world. Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten. But I am not so foolish as to hope that I could buy your heart with my gifts. Young is your lif... 阅读全文>>