“她说过,只要我送给她红玫瑰,就和我跳舞,可是花园里,一朵也没有。”年轻的学生大声说道,“我读过智者的文章,了解知识的奥秘,就因缺少一朵红玫瑰,却要过痛苦的生活。”他一双美丽的眼睛充满泪水。夜莺听见这番话,从绿叶丛中探出头来,四处张望。“这儿总算有一个真正的恋人了,”夜莺对自己说,“我虽不认识他,但会为他歌唱,把他的故事讲 ”She said, as long as I give her a red rose, dance with me, but there is not one in the garden. “ The young student said aloud, ”I read the wise man’s article, understand the mystery of knowledge, Because of the lack of a red rose, but had a painful life. “” He has a pair of beautiful eyes full of tears. Nightingale heard this remark, stuck his head in the green leaves and looked around. “There’s a real lover here, ” “The Nightingale told himself,” Although I do not know him, I sing for him and tell his story