一个不安的灵魂,一只春天的夜莺,走进森林,走进了黑色的泥土。那泥土里,正孕育着春天祥和的生命,它们在泥土里奏乐,在泥土里合唱,你别惊醒了它们,让它们安静地突破泥土的封锁,让它们实现自己不大的梦想:在森林里显示自己的身份。 走进森林,轻轻的,不说话,不唱歌。你不用带一滴水,你不用带一把肥,大自然的恩赐,足足的,给了泥土需要的一切,给了它们孕育子孙的乳汁、面包和衣服。 踏着披满落叶的小径,听百鸟 An uneasy soul, a nightingale of the spring, enters the forest and enters the black earth. In the earth, spring peaceful life is being bred, and they are played in the earth, chorus in the earth, do not awake them, let them quietly break through the blockade of the soil, let them realize their small dreams: in the forest Show your identity. Into the forest, gently, do not speak, do not sing. You do not have to bring a drop of water, you do not have to bring a fat, the gifts of nature, enough to give the soil everything it needs to give them milk, bread and clothes. Inspired by the path covered with leaves, listen to birds