The river flows quietly into the dreamland, and the dark pine forest loses its noise.

The nightingale's song was silent, and the long-legged crake no longer cried happily.

When night falls, it is quiet, only the stream is singing softly.

The bright moon casts light and puts a silver coat on everything around it.

There are thousands of silver stars in the river, and silver waves in the stream overflow slightly.

The grass on the flooded vilen is also shining with silver.

As night falls, there is silence and nature is immersed in a dream.

The bright moon casts light and puts a silver coat on everything around it.

2, Russian Ye Saining "Dog Song", the original:

In the early morning, in the kennel made of black straw, where the straw mat shines with golden light,

A bitch gave birth to seven puppies and seven puppies. Their fur is the same brown and yellow.

The bitch caresses her puppies from morning till night, licking and combing their fur with her tongue.

Snowflakes melt into water droplets and flow through its warm stomach.

At night, when a group of cocks perched on a warm stove,

The master came over with a frown and put seven puppies in sacks.

Bitches run along the snowdrift and follow their master's footsteps;

The unfrozen water trembled for a long time.

When he staggered back, he was listless and licked the sweat on his ribs as he walked.

The crescent moon hanging on the cowshed seems to be one of its little treasures.

It looked at the blue sky and cried sadly.

The slender crescent moon slipped away and hid in the arms of the field behind the mountain.

When people threw stones at it derisively, it seemed as if a string of rewards were thrown.

Only two dogs' eyes are rolling silently, just like shining Venus falling in the snow.

3, Russian Ye Saining "I remember", the original:

I remember, dear, the flash of your soft hair;

Fate has made me leave you, and my heart is heavy and sad.

I remember those autumn nights when the leaves of birch trees rustled;

May the days get shorter and the moonlight get longer.

I remember you saying to me, "The good times are about to pass,

You'll forget me, honey, and pair up with other girlfriends. "

Now the bodhi tree has blossomed again, causing infinite melancholy in my heart;

How gentle I was then, scattering petals on your curly hair.

Ah, if I love other people's worries, my heart won't get cold.

It will think of you from others and be as happy as reading a beloved novel.

I can't remember that cool night,

I can't see my girlfriend, I can't hear the nightingale.

Sing a happy song in the garden. Charming spring nights fly by.

You can't call it back, arrival. The bleak autumn is coming,

The rain is endless, endless.

The girlfriend in the grave is sleeping soundly and burying the flame of love in her heart.

The heavy rain in autumn can't wake up her dream and make her blood boil again.

The nightingale's song is silent, because the nightingale has flown overseas.

The beautiful songs that echoed in the cool night sky also calmed down forever.

The happiness I used to experience in my life has long since flown away.

There are only cold feelings and lost things in my heart. They will never come back.

Pull up the red organ, pull up, pull up the red organ

A beautiful girl met a lover in the pasture. The burning apple in my heart,

Shining with the light color of cornflower, I played the accordion and sang my blue eyes.

The rippling ripples in the lake are not the glow, but your embroidered scarf behind the hillside.

Pull up, pull up the red hurdy-gurdy.

Let the beautiful girl hear her lover's throat.

4, Russian Ye Saining, "lovely hometown", the original:

Lovely hometown! My heart is dreaming.

The river is swaying like a haystack to watch the sun. I really want to hide in the shade.

Hiding in a place where hundreds of birds contend. Clover covered with golden robes,

Grow clover along the edge of the field. Willow trees are like a group of gentle nuns-

The rosary makes a crisp sound. The pipe in the swamp is smoking,

Black friends float in the sky. I miss someone quietly,

Keep my secret thoughts to myself. I welcome everything, endure everything,

After all the torture, the cup is full of joy. I didn't come to this land in a hurry-

Just to leave quickly. I said goodbye to the house where I was born.

I bid farewell to the house where I was born and left the sky-blue Russia.

The birch forest shines on the pool like three stars, warming the old mother's heart.

The moon is like a golden frog, lying flat on the calm water.

Like flowing apple blossoms-my father's beard has turned white.

My return is far away.

Snow will sing for a long time, and only the old maple will stand on one foot.

Guarding the sky-blue Russia. Anyone who likes to kiss the fallen leaves,

I'm sure I'll like that tree when I see it, because that old maple tree-

Its face is the same as mine.

5, Russian Ye Saining "I am the last poet in the countryside", the original:

I am the last poet in the countryside, and the simple wooden bridge is written into my song.

I stood up for farewell mass and burned incense with birch leaves to worship God.

The lighted candle is made of meat, which has been gradually consumed on the golden flame.

The wooden wall clock and the moon make my midnight hoarse.

On the road in the blue field, steel guests will appear soon.

Oats soaked in the morning glow have only some shriveled grains.

Strange and lifeless threshing floor, singing for you will not make you live!

Only those horses and oats will grieve for their old owners.

The wind will suck up the neighing of horses, like holding a memorial dance.

Ah, soon, soon, the wooden wall clock will make my midnight sound hoarse.