儿歌 -- 信天游 写给六一儿童节
Robins perching on the bough
Look down on me while I plough
Piping as if jesting:
"Do it hard and fast, old fool
Don't disappoint a good tool"
My tears outpour like spring rain:
Birds will take half of my grain
Piping as if jesting:
"We travel while you travail
You have neither wings nor tail"
My shame tied tongue finds no words
So I keep hearing the birds
Piping as if jesting:
"See how sweet man will become
Being made a lively drum"
Indeed a drum and a clown:
Birds turn droppings to a crown
Piping as if jesting:
"Hey Sir, how d'ya like the beat
It makes melodic the tweet"
Now the happy birds fly high
Fluttering into the sky
Piping as if jesting
Piping as if
Jesting
Look down on me while I plough
Piping as if jesting:
"Do it hard and fast, old fool
Don't disappoint a good tool"
My tears outpour like spring rain:
Birds will take half of my grain
Piping as if jesting:
"We travel while you travail
You have neither wings nor tail"
My shame tied tongue finds no words
So I keep hearing the birds
Piping as if jesting:
"See how sweet man will become
Being made a lively drum"
Indeed a drum and a clown:
Birds turn droppings to a crown
Piping as if jesting:
"Hey Sir, how d'ya like the beat
It makes melodic the tweet"
Now the happy birds fly high
Fluttering into the sky
Piping as if jesting
Piping as if
Jesting