Sleeping

under a tree

an apple fell on my head

an apple

two apples

three apples

apples, like a storm, fell

covering my head, I ran away in a hurry

like many years ago

in a big rain

to avoid it

we, hand in hand, were running

don't know which apple hit my head

I woke up

in the darkness I could feel her breathing next to me

she was sleeping serenely, quietly

I was awake

she was asleep

outside the window, I could hear the small sound of the spring rain

warm, faint, close

Written in Kazakh by Ardakh Nurgaz

                                                           Translated into Chinese by Gulnar Akhan

                                                           Translated from the Chinese by Ouyang Yu

阿尔达克·努尔哈兹：春天的雨

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