I feel that birds are short poems with only one or two sentences. I feel there are a little more poetic sentences in The Gardener's Collection and The Crescent Moon Collection.
"Birds" is short, but there are many classic sentences:
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness?
Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger. When we wake up, we know that we love each other.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart, like the evening arrival in the silent forest.
"What language do you speak, sea?"
"This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?"
"It's eternal silence."
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your own shadow.
I can't choose the best for me.
A bird wishes to be a cloud. Cloud is willing to be a bird.
You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. And I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
This lonely evening is shrouded in fog and rain, and I feel its sigh in my inner loneliness.
I will wait silently, like a sleepless night under the stars, and bow my head patiently. Gitanjali
My heart is a bird in the wilderness, and I found its sky in your eyes. Gardener suit
The shepherd's song is in towards the distant
Carrying an empty bag,
I'm going far away,
Say goodbye to prosperity,
Go to desolation.
I don't hesitate,
I'm ready,
Strong arms;
That prickly place,
Harvest,
Maybe it's covered by trauma.
Because of the need of growth,
Never hesitate to walk.
Maybe it will never happen again in this life,
A warm cabin,
And beautiful girls.
A sword cast with blood and tears,
Reclaim a piece of water grass,
For my cattle and sheep.
Who put it there?
Liu Dabai
Who is missing in my heart,
Grow red beans?
When I ground the beans into powder,
See if there's any lovesickness.
Who put the bright moon in the sky,
Twisted like a hook?
When I get a mirror,
See if we can get together forever.
hesitate
Adam Mickiewicz
When I can't see you, I'm not sad, let alone sigh.
When I see you, I won't lose my mind,
But I won't see you again in Sun Long and the moon,
I seem to have lost something in my brain,
I asked myself with nostalgia:
Is this friendship or love?
When you disappeared from my sight,
Your beautiful image is not reflected in my mind,
But I felt it more than once,
It will occupy my memory forever,
At that time, I asked myself again:
Is this friendship or love?
Infinite troubles hang over my mind,
I hate to tell you the truth,
I walked aimlessly,
But every time I show up at your door,
At that time, my mind again have the question:
Why is this? Friendship or love?
In order to make you happy, I don't spare anything,
For you, I am willing to step into the evil hell,
My pure heart has no other hope,
Just for your happiness and well-being,
Ah, at this moment, I asked myself again:
Is this friendship or love?
When your slender hand is in my palm,
The sweet feeling excites me,
It's like ending my life in an ethereal dream,
Other attacks awakened my mind,
It asked me loudly:
Is this friendship or love?
When I wrote this song for you,
The god of prophecy didn't seal my mouth,
I don't understand myself: how strange it is,
Where do inspiration, thoughts and syllables come from?
Finally, I also wrote down my question:
What excites me? Friendship or love?
if there is an afterlife
If there is an afterlife,
Become a tree,
Standing forever,
There is no gesture of sadness and joy.
Half on earth,
Half of them fly in the wind,
Half of it falls in the shade,
Half bathed in sunshine.
Very silent,
Very proud,
Never rely on it,
Never look for it.
Life and death
Yang LAN:
I don't argue with anyone.
I don't care who I argue with.
I love nature.
The second is art.
My hand is burning.
The fire of life heats up.
The fire went out.
I'm ready to go, too.
Life and death
Li:
I don't fight.
Because no one is worth fighting for.
I love nature.
Secondly, I love art.
I am in front of the fire of life.
Warm my hand.
Once the fire of life is suppressed
I want to die in peace
Life and death
Luyuan:
I don't argue with others.
Neither victory nor failure is worth it.
I love nature.
Art comes second.
Dry my hands with the fire of life.
As soon as it goes out
I got up and left.
Through the willow garden
My lover once met me in Liuyuan,
Her snow-white feet pass through the willows.
She wants me to love simply, just like a tree spits out new buds.
But I, young and ignorant, never listen to her.
My lover once stood with me in the field by the river.
You lean on my shoulder and hold out your snow-white hand.
She let me live a simple life, like grass growing on a weir;
But I was young and ignorant then, and now my face is full of tears.
?
Are you far from me? Like the trajectory of a star;
Are you near me? Like the distance between branches;
Do I know you? You never talk about your past;
Are you a stranger? I can imagine your face when you look at me;
Do you appreciate me? I am the one who is insulted and hurt by you;
Do I hate you? I think that's love, too.