Twelve O'Clock Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my book all the morning. You say it is only twelve o'clock. Suppose it isn't very late; can't you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve o'clock? I can easily imagine now that the sun has reached the edge of that rice-field, and the old fish-woman is gathering herbs for her supper by the side of the pond. I can just shut my eyes and think that the shadows are growing darker under the MADAR tree, and the water in the pond looks shiny black. If twelve o'clock can come in the night, why can't the night come when it is twelve o'clock? Rabindranath Tagore 不好意思 拖这麽晚 <(_"_)> 这首诗几乎没有单字 连我这个英文白痴也看的懂 所以就选它罗~ --

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