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为什么你的眼中充满泪水，我的孩子？
他们真是可恶，总是对你无端的责备。
你写字时弄脏了手指和脸庞——难道这就是他们口中的肮脏？
呵，呸！他们会因为圆月脸上的污迹而对它责备？
他们总是为了琐事而责备，我的孩子。
吹毛求疵是他们的常态。
你玩耍时撕扯你的衣服——难道这就是他们口中的衣衫不美？
呵，呸！他们会因为秋晨用扭曲的彩云发出微笑而对它责备？
对他们的话语不要理会，我的孩子。
他们列出了你的种种不端行为。
谁都知道你喜欢糖果——难道这就是他们口中的贪婪？
呵，呸！爱你的我们又是他们口中的谁？
Defamation
Why are those tears in your eyes, my child?
How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing?
You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing—is that why they call you dirty?
O, fie! Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because it has smudged its face with ink?
For every little trifle they blame you, my child.
They are ready to find for nothing.
You tore your clothes while playing—is that why they call you untidy?
O, fie! What would they call an autumn morning that smiles through its ragged clouds?
Take no heed of what they say to you, my child.
They make a long list of your misdeeds.
Everybody knows how you love sweet things—is that why they call you greedy?
O, fie! What then would they call us who love you?