Original text of Bing Xin’s work "Stars"

Stars (1)

Stars twinkling——

Dark blue sky,

How could you hear their conversation?

In silence,

in the dim light,

they praised each other deeply.

Two

Childhood!

It is the truth in dreams,

It is the dream in truth,

It is the tearful smile when recalling.

Three

Thousands of acres of trembling——

On the edge of the dark island,

the moon is coming up!

The source of life,

the place of death.

Four

Little brother!

Three bright and joyful stars in my soul,

Gentle

Indescribable

Children of the deepest soul !

Five

Darkness,

What a profound description!

The depths of the soul,

The depths of the universe,

The resting place in the brilliant light.

Six

Mirror -

Looking at the other side,

it feels unnatural,

it is better to turn it over Good past. [2]?

Seven

Those who are awake are the only ones who are lonely and angry!

Listen to the fortune-telling gong,

knock out the fate of the world.

Eight

The remaining flowers are dotted on the branches;

The birds have flown away,

The ground is covered with red flowers——

Is life also such a glimpse?

Nine

Meng'er is the one who can't hide it most,

Clearly,

Honestly,

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Told

the secrets and worries in your own soul.

Ten

The tender green buds,

said to the young people:

"Develop yourself!"

Pale white flowers,

Said to the young man:

"Contribute yourself!"

Dark red fruits,

He said to the young man:

"Sacrifice yourself!"

Eleven

Infinite mystery,

Where can I find it?

After the smile,

before the words,

there is infinite mystery.

Twelve

Human beings!

Just fall in love,

We are all travelers on a long journey,

looking for the same destination.

Thirteen

A corner of the city wall,

the blue sky,

the endless horizon——

This is heaven - earth.

Fourteen

We are all natural babies,

lying in the cradle of the universe.

Fifteen

Children!

You can enter my garden,

Don’t pick my flowers -

Look at the thorns of the roses,

The thorns Hurt your hand.

Sixteen

Young people!

For later memories,

Describe your current picture carefully and deliberately.

Seventeen

My friend!

Why do you say I am "silent"?

There is something going on in the world,

which is beyond language and words.

Eighteen

Literature writer!

Sow your seeds with good intentions,

Find your fruits anytime and anywhere.

Nineteen

My heart,

like a boat,

has passed through the ups and downs of the sea of ??time.

Twenty

The flower branches of happiness,

in the hands of the God of destiny,

are looking for people to be given perfection.

Twenty-one

The strings outside the window were plucked,

My heart!

Why is it so deeply lingering in the lingering sound?

It is the infinite sound of trees,

It is the infinite moonlight.

Twenty-two

Life and separation——

It is the hazy moon and day,

Death farewell——

< p>It is a haggard fallen flower.

Twenty-three

The lamp of the soul

is bright in silence,

extinguished in excitement.

Twenty-Four

To those who have never met Bailian, Sunflower admits that they are best friends.

The white lotus came out of the water,

The sunflower lowered her head:

Her graceful pride,

parted herself.

Twenty-five

Death!

Rise up and praise him;

It is the end of silence,

It is eternal rest.

Twenty-six

The high mountain tops,

the deep sea -

a cold heart,

These are passionate tears;

Poor little people!

Twenty-seven

Poet,

is the world’s greatest happiness in fantasy,

it is also the deepest disappointment in fact.

Twenty-eight

Hai Bo in my hometown!

Your splashing waves,

just like how they knocked on my rock drop by drop,

are also how they knocked on my heartstrings drop by drop.

Twenty-nine

My friend,

I am sorry for you;

The comfort I can give,

Just a cold smile.

Thirty

Did time just pass by like this?

Except for misty thoughts,

Achieve nothing!

Thirty-one

Family is the most unkind -

People's tears,

are his harvest.

Thirty-two

The thorns of roses,

are the anger of those who pick them,

are her own comfort happy.

Thirty-three

Mother!

Put aside your sorrow,

Let me indulge in your arms,

Only you are the settlement of my soul.

Thirty-four

It is not the rolling waves that create the new land,

it is the tiny sand beneath it. .

Thirty-five

Thousands of angels,

will rise and sing praises to the little children;

Little children!

His small body contains a great soul.

Thirty-six

The sun penetrated into the stone gap,

and said to the tiny thorn fruit:

"Lend me my Reach out with strength,

liberate your imprisoned self! "

The trunk of the tree comes out,

The solid rock,

< p>Cracked in half.