第2425朵献给冬儿 198 蟋蟀的唧唧,夜雨的淅沥,从黑暗中传到我的耳边,好似我已逝的 少年时代沙地来到我的梦境中。 The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.
第2428朵献给冬儿 201 黄蜂认为邻蜂储蜜之巢太小。 他的邻人要他去建筑一个更小的。 The wasp thinks that the honeyhive of the neighbouring bees is too small. His neighbours ask him to build one still smaller.