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醒来的时候，他的信与清晨一道来临。

因为不识字，我无从知晓其中音讯。

让聪明人跟他那些书作伴吧，我不会去麻烦他，谁知道，他能不能读懂信里的意思呢？

我会把信举到额头，贴上胸口。

夜晚渐渐沉寂，星光次第亮起，我会把信摊在膝头，默默等候。

沙沙的树叶会为我大声朗诵，潺潺的溪水会为我款款吟咏，天上那七颗聪明的星星，也会把信唱给我听。

我有所求却无所获，即有所学亦无所知，而这封未曾拆阅的信减轻了我的负荷，将我的思绪敷衍成歌。

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I woke and found his letter with the morning.

I do not know what it says, for I cannot read.

I shall leave the wise man alone with his books, I shall not trouble him, for who knows if he can read what the letter says.

Let me hold it to my forehead and press it to my heart.

When the night grows still and stars come out one by one I will spread it on my lap and stay silent.

The rustling leaves will read it aloud to me, the rushing stream will chant it, and the seven wise stars will sing it to me from the sky.

I cannot find what I seek, I cannot understand what I would learn; but this unread letter has lightened my burdens and turned my thoughts into songs. i2nhiZGqlcfDmOUrfeNuv+dlT6o3NPMd0GD+Fe6pvUxUFpYfsTrl2zsZ9QbRaOZp