You are April in the world
——A Praise of Love
I say you are April in the world;
The sound of laughter lights up the surrounding wind; the lightness
is dancing and changing in the glory of spring.
You are the clouds in the morning of April,
The wind is blowing softly at dusk, the stars are shining inadvertently, and the fine raindrops are sprinkled on the flowers. forward.
That lightness, that Tingting, you are, Xianyan
You wear the crown of flowers, you are
Innocent, solemn, you are every night full moon.
The goose yellow after the snow melts, you are like; fresh
The green with the first buds, you are; tender joy
The water is floating in your dreams and expectations White lotus in the middle.
You are the flowers blooming on the trees, and the swallows
Whispering between the beams, - you are love, warmth,
Hope, You are April in the world!
Lin Huiyin’s poem is titled Empty Bodhi Leaves
Lin Huiyin’s poem is titled Empty Bodhi Leaves
Recognize this transparent body,
Wisdom The leaves fell in the world?
Depressed, kind and pure——
That day a cold flame flashed,
A leaf fell to the ground silently,
It only proves that wisdom is lonely
The lonely will eventually die in front of the wind!
Yesterday after yesterday, beauty
cannot escape the majesty of time;
I believe that the most beautiful bones sleep here
A trace of soul taking a souvenir by the moon,
......
The clear shade under the bodhi tree is last year!
Sorrow in August
White ducks swim in the yellow pond,
The green sorghum stems are just above the head,
This beating How to arrange your heart,
A narrow road in the field, this sorrow in August?
The sky has been washed by the rain last night, and the hills
are left with a shadow in the sun;
The sheep followed the herders into the village,
The well is covered under the shade of a big tree, which also looks like a heart!
No one has ever said anything about August.
Summer is over and autumn is not here yet.
But I looked at the fields and the melons on the wall,
I still don’t understand how life is related to dreams.
Time
The seasons in the world are always changing
In spring, you left many red spots and said goodbye gracefully,
This book I don’t want to sigh about autumn with anyone when I come back!
Now even the autumn clouds and yellow leaves have disappeared again
In the vast distance, only a gray sky is left
In the deep loneliness, you can bear to listen to the cold wind whispering ?
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Deep Smile
Who smiles so sweetly, so deeply, and
so round? Strings of pearls
The size of the pearls shines brightly, bursting out innocence!
The bottom of the clear spring floats, flowing to the surface of the water,
Brilliant,
Scattered!
Who smiles so well that a flower blooms?
It is so light that it won’t startle anyone.
The fine fragrance inadvertently, as the wind passes by,
blows on the short wall, and the silk threads hang in front of the setting sun
Nostalgic.
Who laughed so hard that this hundred-story tower towered so high,
Let unknown birds hover around? Who is it?
The smile is like the rotation of thousands of wind chimes,
swaying from the eaves of each layer of colored glass
Yuntian?
-
Kunming scene (lost)
The low buildings with seven upper floors and eight lower floors facing the street,
half hidden, half upright Standing on the street,
It is covered with tiles, the window is opened a crack,
The setting sun dyes it red, like writing an ancient dream.
…………
-
The day after the rain
I love this day after the rain,
This plain A patch of green grass!
My heart keeps following the wind blowing,
The wind blows:
Blows away the vanilla and fallen leaves,
Blows away A wisp of cloud, like smoke
Like smoke.
Memory
Intermittent music, the most beautiful or gentle
The night carries the stars of the day.
On the stem of memory, who doesn’t have it?
Two or three Pingting flowers, covered with emotions
Unnamed unfolding
The fragrance of wild lotus,
The moonlight in the stillness of each petal.
The wind blows on the lake, and the hair is messed up, or
the water surface is wrinkled like fish scales.
The vastness on all sides is like a dream
The wandering past in the center is rippling
Without any trace, everyone knows the picture
The reflection of memories sinking under the water!
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Untitled
When will there be again
That piece of silence;
Neutral in the spring breeze Standing,
Facing the mountain, facing the small river?
When can we still do that?
Full of hope;
Drapped with fresh green, whispering poetic thoughts,
Climbing the tower , listen to that bell more?
When, and when, can the heart really understand
The distance of time; the years of mountains and rivers;
Yesterday The silence, the sound of the bell
Yesterday's people
How can they leave a shadow on today!
Recognize this transparent body,
The leaves of wisdom fall in the world?
Depressed, kind and pure——
That day flashes Cold flames,
A leaf fell to the ground silently,
It only proves that wisdom is lonely
The lonely one will eventually die in front of the wind!
Yesterday after yesterday, beauty
cannot escape the majesty of time;
I believe that the most beautiful bones sleep here
A trace of soul taking a souvenir by the moon,
......
The clear shade under the bodhi tree is last year!
Sorrow in August
White ducks swim in the yellow pond,
The oily green sorghum stems are just above the head,
This beating How to arrange your heart,
A narrow road in the field, this sorrow in August?
The sky has been washed by the rain last night, and the hills
are left with a shadow in the sun;
The sheep followed the herders into the village,
The well is covered under the shade of a big tree, which also looks like a heart!
No one has ever said anything about August.
Summer is over and autumn is not here yet.
But I looked at the fields and the melons on the wall,
I still don’t understand how life is related to dreams.
Time
The seasons in the world are always changing
In spring, you left many red spots and said goodbye gracefully,
This book I don’t want to sigh about autumn with anyone when I come back!
Now even the autumn clouds and yellow leaves have disappeared again
In the vast distance, only a gray sky is left
In the deep loneliness, you can bear to listen to the cold wind whispering ?
Deep smile
Who smiles so sweetly, so deeply,
So roundly? Strings of pearls
The size of the pearls shines brightly, bursting out innocence!
The bottom of the clear spring floats, flowing to the surface of the water,
Brilliant,
Scattered!
Who smiles so well that a flower blooms?
It is so light that it won’t startle anyone.
The fine fragrance inadvertently, as the wind passes by,
blows on the short wall, and the silk threads hang in front of the setting sun
Nostalgic.
Who laughed so hard that this hundred-story tower towered so high,
Let unknown birds hover around? Who is it?
The smile is like the rotation of thousands of wind chimes,
swaying from the eaves of each layer of colored glass
Yuntian?
Scenery in Kunming (lost)
…………
The low buildings with seven upper floors and eight lower floors facing the street,
Half hidden , half erect, standing on the street,
It is covered with tiles, the window is open a slit,
The setting sun dyes it red, like writing an ancient dream.
…………
The day after the rain
I love the day after the rain,
The grass on this plain!
My heart keeps following the wind blowing,
The wind blows:
Blows away the vanilla and fallen leaves,
Blows away A wisp of cloud, like smoke
Like smoke.
Memory
Intermittent music, the most beautiful or gentle
The night carries the stars of the day.
On the stem of memory, who doesn’t have it?
Two or three Pingting flowers, covered with emotions
Unnamed unfolding
The fragrance of wild lotus,
The moonlight in the stillness of each petal.
The wind blows on the lake, and the hair is messed up, or
the water surface is wrinkled like fish scales.
The vastness on all sides is like a dream
The wandering past in the center is rippling
Without any trace, everyone knows the picture
The reflection of memories sinking under the water!
Untitled
When will there be again
That piece of silence;
Rongrong stands in the spring breeze,
Facing the mountain, facing the small river?
When can we still do that?
Full of hope;
Drapped with fresh green, whispering poetic thoughts,
Climbing the tower , listen to that bell more?
When, and when, can the heart really understand
The distance of time; the years of mountains and rivers;
Yesterday The silence, the sound of the bell
Yesterday's people
How can they leave a shadow on today!