Famous sayings about birch trees

In front of my window, there is a white birch, which

seems to be covered with silver frost and covered with snowflakes.

furry branches, natural and unrestrained lace embroidered with snow,

clusters of flowers are blooming, and white tassels are picturesque.

In the dim silence, the white birch stands in the jade.

there are brilliant snowflakes shining in the golden glow.

The birch is surrounded by a long-overdue morning glow,

It spreads a layer of silver brilliance to the snow-covered branches.

2. Stars

Bright stars, high stars!

what do you contain and what are you hiding?

Ah, the star that melted deep thoughts,

What power did you use to capture my heart?

dense stars, crowded stars!

what makes you beautiful and what makes you strong?

Stars in the sky, what do you use,

to attract the great power that craves knowledge?

Why do you always tempt me to yearn for the sky when you are flashing?

Why do you want to throw yourself into the boundless mind?

You stare at me so tenderly,

caress my heart,

Ah, the stars in the sky, the distant stars!

3. I remember

I remember, dear, I remember

your soft flash;

Fate made me leave you,

My heart is heavy and sad.

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

May the day be short, and

May the moonlight shine longer.

I remember you said to me:

"The good times are about to become the past,

you will forget me, dear,

and pair up with other girlfriends."

Today, the Bodhi tree has blossomed again, which

causes infinite melancholy in my heart;

How gentle I was then.

I scattered petals on your curls.

Ah, loving others is boring,

My heart will not get cold,

It will think of you from others,

It will be as happy as reading a beloved novel.

simplicity of ancient tradition

awe-inspiring simplicity

fresh and simple happiness.

4. Good morning

The glittering stars are sleepy,

The river bend is shaking like a mirror,

The morning light reflects the small river bend, and

the sky like a fishing net is dyed red.

The sleepy little birch smiled, and

combed her silky braids.

the green dianmai makes a sound, and

the silver light of the dew flashes again and again.

Nettles grow by the fence,

Dress themselves in colorful mother-of-pearl;

He nodded naughtily and whispered:

"Good morning, good morning!"