Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

  • -- Rabindranath Tagore 泰戈尔

树木是大地对倾听着的苍穹无休止的倾诉。

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A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.

一首诗不会因拙劣而生涩。正如树木在春天产生了新的组织,每个诗人都在同一季节提出了一项新的支出。

I love my poor earth because I have seen no other.

我爱我的可怜的地球,因为我没有见过别的。

All the earth will see you're a great god.

全世界都会看到你是一个伟大的上帝。