Little Girl (translation)
Sitting over the grassy tomb under a church window, there is a little girl. She watched the sky, and sang a song. Her little fingers pointed to the golden weather cloud over her head. Suddenly, sunshine brightened, and shane to her hair, and gave a metel color, hard to tell what the color was: dark brown, or black. She was so focused on watching the cloud, which her song, or her murmur, was for. She did not notice that I stood up and walked toward her. In the blue sky above her, a lark flying toward the cloud was singing a song, just to compete with her. I walked towarded the little girl slowly, her forhead shining under the sun like pearl, her skin coler made her so adorable. Her black long lashes curved, and covred her eyes, some time blue grey, some time violent. The color of her long lashes matched her eyebrow and her hair; her hair fell on her neck and swaved along the sunshine. I did not notice that, since I am attracted to her eyes, which stared on me shining, and full of feeling. I stood there and watched her, and saw her appearance graduately, especially her mouth. Everything in front me was more beautiful than what I can dream of. Her beauty, especical her look made me facinated .
A little Girl (聽力)
Sitting on the grassy grave beneath one of the window of the church, was a little girl. With her head bent back she was gazing up the sky and singing, while one of her little hand was pointing to tiny cloud that hovered like golden feather abover her head, the sun which suddely became very bright, shining on her glassy hair, give it talent glassture and it was difffult to say what was the color, dark brown or black
So completely obsobed in watching the cloud to which her strange song, or entertention seem addressed. That She did not observe me when I rose and went toward her. Over her head, eye up the blue, a lark was soaring toward the same gossy cloud was singing as for a rivalay.
As I slowly approach the child. I can see by her forhead, which in the sunshine seem like a globe of the peral, especially by her complection, that she was uncommonly lovely. Her eyes which at one moment seemed blue grey, another violet was shaded by long black lashes, curve backward in the most percular way, and this matches cute with her eyebrow and treasure which was toss tender throat, and was quivering in the sunlight . All these I did not take at once. But first, I can not see nothing but those, quivering, glittering, changing eyes turned upto my face. Gradually, the other features especialy the sensitive full lip mouth grow upon me as I stood silently gazing. Here seems to me a more perfect beauty that had never come to me in my lovely dream of the beauty. Yet it was her beatuy so much as the look she gave me that facinated me, melted me.
