Would you shake your finger at me and say， “What an ungrateful wretch of a bird！ It is gnawing at its chain day and night”？
Then， go， mother， go！ I will run away into the woods， I will never let you take me in your arms again.
同 情
假如我隻是一隻小狗，而不是您的小孩，親愛的媽媽，當我想吃您盤裏的東西時，您會對我說“不”嗎？
您是不是會把我趕走，對我說“滾開，你這不聽話的小狗”？
那麽走吧，媽媽，走吧！當您呼喚我時，我再也不到您那裏去了，也永遠不再要您喂我東西吃了。
如果我隻是一隻綠色的小鸚鵡，而不是您的小孩，親愛的媽媽，您會把我緊緊地鎖住，怕我飛走嗎？
您是不是會對我指指點點地說“真是一個不領情的賤鳥呀！隻知道整日整夜地啄它的鏈子”？
那麽走吧，媽媽，走吧！我要到樹林裏去，我決不再讓您抱我入懷了。
Vocation
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our lane.
Every day I meet the hawker crying， “Bangles， crystal bangles！”
There is nothing to hurry him on， there is no road he must take， no place he must go to， no time when he must come home.
I wish I were a hawker， spending my day in the road， crying， “Bangles， crystal bangles！”
When at four in the afternoon I come back from the school.
I can see through the gate of that house the gardener digging the ground.
He does what he likes with his spade， he soils his clothes with dust， nobody takes him to task if he gets baked in the sun or gets wet.
職 業
清晨的鍾敲了十下，我沿著我們的小巷走到了學校。
我每天都會遇見那個小販，他叫著：“手鐲，亮晶晶的手鐲！”
他沒有什麽急事要做，沒有哪條街道非去不可，也沒有什麽時間非要回家。