The First Jasmines

The First Jasmines 第一次的茉莉 Ah，these jasmines，these white jasmines！呵，这些茉莉花，这些白色的茉莉花！ I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines，these white jasmines.我似乎忆起我第一次双手捧满这些茉莉花，这些白色的茉莉花的时候。 I have loved the sunlight,the sky and the green earth;我喜爱那日光，那天空，那绿色的大地； I have heard the liquid murmur of the river through the darkness of midnight;我听见那河水淙淙的流声，在漆黑的午夜里传来； Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of a road in the lonely waste,like a bride raising her veil to accept her lover.我看见那秋天的夕阳，在荒野的路角，映照在我的身上，如新妇揭起她的面纱迎接她的爱人。 Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines that I held in my hand when I was a child.我想起孩时第一次捧在手里的茉莉，心里充满着甜蜜的回忆。