In the valley of Kadisha where the mighty river flows, two little 99lib•netstreams met and spoke to one another.
And the other answered, "My path was most encumbered. The wheel of the mill was broken, and the master farmer who used to conduct me from my channel to his plants, is dead. I struggled down oozing with the filth of laziness in 九九藏书网the sun. But how was your path, my brother?"
在大河奔流的卡迪沙流域,两条小溪相会交谈。
At that moment the river spoke with a loud voice and said, "Come in, come in, we are going to the sea. Come in, come in, speak no more. Be with me now. We are going to the sea. Come in, come in, for in me y九*九*藏*书*网ou shall forget you wanderings, sad or gay. Come in, come in. And you and I will forget all our ways when we reach the heart of our mother the sea."
One stream said, "How came you, my friend, and how was your path?"
And the other stream answered and said, "Mine was a99lib.net different path. I came down the hills among fragrant flowers and shy willows; men and women drank of me with silvery cups, and little children paddled their rosy feet at my edges, and there was laughter all about me, and there were sweet songs. What a pity that your path was not so happy."