當甜’’’憶’眼’’’’’’景’’
我心中’’那種親情蕩’’
那’園’’’’參’交錯’野生’’
還有我’’喜’’’’’方’
那’闊’’塘’’邊’’’’
’’布落’’’方’那橋’那石’
我’親’’’’’’’擠奶’’
’’那粗’木捅’’井’’
那’滿’’’木桶’我那麽’惜’
中午我’田裏’’’
它’’給我’’快樂’比’
’’’’’生’’最’最甜’’’’
我用’辣辣’手熱’’抓’它’
迅’’它’’白’’石’’井’’
木桶’快’溢滿’’’’’實’’’’
它’邊’井裏升’’邊還’’’’’’’’
我’綠’’滿’’’井’’它接’’
把它立’井邊傾’我雙’’啊’’甜’
’’裝滿’’’高’’’’’誘我離’’
’’’朱’’飲’瓊漿’’’裝滿’
’’我遠離’’’’’’
當幻’’’’我’親’莊園’
爲那’’井裏’木桶歎’’’
我’眼裏’不’湧’’惜’’’’
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How dear
to my heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view!
The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood,
And every loved spot which my infancy knew,
The wide-spreading pond and the mill that stood by it,
The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell;
The cot of my father, the dairy house nigh it,
And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well.
That moss-covered bucket I hailed as a treasure,
For often at noon, when returned from the field,
I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure,
The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing,
And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell.
Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing,
And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it,
As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips!
Not a full, blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
Tho' filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips,
And now, far removed from the loved habitation,
The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
As fancy reverts to my father's plantation,
And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well.
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