第一百七十二篇

The sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin.

The sun rose and smiled on it, saying, "Are you well, my darling?"

向日葵羞于把无名的花朵看作它的同胞。

太阳升上来了，向它微笑，说道：“你好么，我的宝贝儿？”