最近在看泰戈尔的诗远。
今天分享的写一篇是来自《新月集》的十二点钟
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.
Support it isn't any later; can't you ever think it is afternoon when 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.
假如十二点钟能够在黑夜里来到，为什么黑夜不能在十二点钟的时候来到呢？
每每都会叹服，曾经尚小的我也许也会这么想，真的是很奇妙的一种思维。
小孩子觉得累了，想玩儿了，可是理由是什么呢，对了，晚上的十二点天黑了就可以不用学习了，那为什么不能让让黑夜来到中午的十二点呢，这样我就可以去玩会儿了呀。那我们一起把现在想象成黑夜，然后放下一切，去玩吧。
