Chapter 6 eve's love

Talking to you, I forgot all the time; Forget the seasons, and their changes;-- Can’t remember either; the morning breath is sweetest— How sweet, in a moment, add the early bird The first warble; the east, the rising sun, Dye the beautiful rivers and mountains with a layer of golden light, and dye them red again Dewy flowers, trees, and fruit, How lovely it was; after the soft shower, The fertile earth smells of earth; how beautiful-- That dusk, gentle and grateful, has come; Then the night came silently, and the night-bird came, A bright moon rises, with her attendants— Gem-like stars; but, whatever

The breath of the morning, and the little birds after a while The first warbling; still the sun rises, Shining on the beautiful rivers and mountains, shining on flowers, plants and fruits-- Glittering dew; or the smell of earth after a shower, That dusk, tender and grateful; the quiet night, her nocturnal birds; and walks in the moonlight, Or the twinkling stars, without you, It will not be sweet, but beautiful. Translated by Fang Ping