/post.713194.html Tagore's life experience and my trip to China and Japan: I am often asked to write about fans and silk. 1 My fantasy is a firefly-a small streamer, flashing in the dark. The pansy 2 on the roadside does not attract casual eyes. It whispers in these loose sentences taken out of context. In the sleepy dark cave of the mind, dreams are building nests, using fragments dropped by the caravan during the day. The petals flying in spring are not born for the fruits of the future, but for a temporary celebration. Joy got rid of the shackles of the earth's deep sleep, rushed into countless branches and leaves, and danced in the air all day. My fresh and elegant words may dance gently on the waves of time, but my masterpiece has sunk because of the heavy load. The underground moth of the mind has movie-like wings, flying farewell in the sunset sky. Butterflies count not months, but moments. Butterflies have plenty of time My thoughts, like sparks, flew away unexpectedly with laughter. 10 The trees stare at their beautiful shadow affectionately, but they can never catch it. 1 1 Let my love surround you like sunshine and give you brilliant freedom. 12 The daytime is a colorful bubble floating on the unfathomable surface of the night. 13 my professionalism is too timid. I can't ask you to remember it. Maybe you'll remember. 14 If it is really unbearable, just erase my name from the gift, but keep my song. /kloc-in April of 0/5, like a child, he wrote hieroglyphs on the dust with flowers, then erased them and forgot them. 16 Memory is a priestess who killed the present and sacrificed her heart to the shrine of the past. 17 children ran out of the solemn and dark temple and sat in the dust; God watched the children play and forgot the monks. 18 my mind was inspired by surprises, and some flashes of its thought flow; Just when the stream was surprised, it suddenly became crystal clear. 19 in the mountain, silence surges to detect the height of the mountain itself; In the lake, the movement is still to watch the depth of the lake itself. A kiss on the closed eyes of the lost night in the morning burns in the morning star. Girl 2 1, your beauty is like a fruit to be matured, and you are nervous because of an unbreakable secret. Sorrow without memory is like a dumb and dark moment, with no birds singing and only crickets chirping. Stubbornness tries to protect the truth, but it kills it. A timid lamp should be encouraged on a great night. It illuminates all the stars at night. Although the sky holds the bride of the earth in her arms, the sky is always infinitely far away. God seeks like-minded people and seeks kindness; The devil looked for slaves and ordered obedience. Soil binds trees to the land as a reward for farming; The sky wants nothing, leaving the trees free. Eternal life is like a gem, it doesn't boast of age, but shines for a moment. Children will always live in eternal mystery and will not be blinded by the dust of history. When you create everything step by step, a gentle joy will quickly pass through time with everything. 30 people far away, I am near in the morning; Someone was robbed at night, which was closer to me. 3 1 white oleander meets pink oleander and talks and laughs in different dialects. While peace is trying to clean up the dirt, a storm is raging. The lake is lying on the hillside, and a tearful tenderness is rippling at the foot of a heart of stone. Playing with his toys-dull clouds, short lights and shadows-the sacred child is smiling. The breeze whispered to Lotus, "What's your secret?" "I am myself," said Furong. "Steal this secret and I will disappear." The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the trunk are combined hand in hand in the dance of swaying branches. Jasmine is its sweet talk to the sun. The tyrant wants to kill freedom freely, but takes it for himself. God hates their paradise and envies people. Clouds are misty mountains, and mountains are Shi Yun-an illusion in the dream of time. 4 1 When God expected to build his temple with kindness, man brought stones. I touched God with my songs, just as the mountains touched the distant sea with waterfalls. Through the opposing clouds, light found a treasure house of color. Today, my heart smiles at the tears of last night, as if the wet trees were shining in the sun after the rain. I thank trees for making my life fruitful, but I forget that water makes my life evergreen. The first without the second is emptiness, and the second makes the first true and reliable. The mistakes in life beg for mercy, and beauty can adjust people's loneliness and make it harmonious with the whole. Because their birdcage is beautiful and safe, I look forward to thanking them for removing the nest. I'm in love and I've paid off endless debts for you. 50 the water in the pool pulls the water lily out of the darkness, which is a lyric poem of the water in the pool; The sun said, they are so nice. 5 1 It's disrespectful for you to slander greatness, so you hurt yourself. It's despicable for you to denigrate the little people because you hurt the victims. The first flower on the earth is an invitation to a song in the making. Dawn, a colorful flower, has withered; The sun, the fruit of pure light, appeared. Muscle doubts its wisdom, so it suppresses its voice to shout. Trying to catch the wind of the flame by violence is just to put it out. In the game of life, the toys of life are left behind and forgotten. My flower, don't look for your paradise in a fool's new hole. My new moon, you got up late. And my night bird, in order to meet you, still didn't sleep a wink. Darkness is a bride in cotton yarn, silently waiting for the lost light to return to her chest. The growth of trees is an endless dialogue between the earth and the listening sky. 6 1 The burden of self is lightened when laughing at yourself. The weak will become terrible because they try to be strong. The wind blew, the iron anchor grabbed the river mud in despair, and my ship's chest hit the chain. There is only one fleeing god, and there are many living gods. When God dies, religion becomes one. The blue sky yearns for the green of the earth, and the wind sighs between heaven and earth. The pain of the day is covered by its own light, and it burns among the stars at night. The stars surround the virgin of the night, silently fearing her loneliness that will never be touched. The cloud gave all its gold to the sunset, and only smiled pale at the rising moon. Those who do good come to the gate of the temple, and those who love come to the holy land. Flowers pity insects, insects are not bees, and the love of flowers is a big mistake and a burden. 7 1 With the terrible ruins of victory, the children built a dollhouse. This lamp has been neglected for many years, expecting the kiss of the flame at night. Birds are content to lie lazily in the dust and forget the sky. There is no need to envy a lot of thistles for a unique flower. Under the selfless tyranny of goodwill, the world suffered the greatest damage. We will not be free unless we pay enough for the right to live. Your casual gift, like a meteor in autumn night, caught fire in my mind and body. The faith waiting in the seed heart predicted the miracle of creating life, although it could not be confirmed immediately. Spring is still hesitating at the door of winter, and mango flowers rush out to surprise. It's too early. It's a miscarriage. The world is a constantly changing bubble, floating on the silent sea. 8 1 Two separate shores are singing unfathomable songs of tears, and the songs are one. Just as rivers enter the sea, labor perceives the completion of tasks in the depths of escape. I wandered on the road until your cherry trees were full of flowers, but, my dear people, ending the flowers brought you forgiveness. Your shy little pomegranate bud blushes behind the veil today, and will bloom enthusiastically when I leave for other places tomorrow. 85 clumsy power, waving a pick, ruined the key. From the mystery of night to the mystery of day, life is a bigger mystery. My paper boats just wanted to dance on the ripples of time and didn't reach any destination. The song of the waves flies from my heart, looking for a nest in your affectionate voice. The sea of danger, doubt and denial surrounds people's island, while faith urges people to dare to face the unknown future. Love is punished when it forgives, and it hurts beauty with terrible silence. 9 1 You live a lonely life without any return, because they are afraid of your great value. The same sun is reborn in a new land in the endless aura of dawn. God's world is always reborn because of death, while Titan's world is always crushed because of the existence of giants. Fireflies never know that the stars are in the sky when they explore dust. Trees belong to today, flowers are ancient, and flowers bring news of ancient seeds that cannot be recalled. Every blooming rose brings me greetings from the rose of eternal spring. God respects me when I work and loves me when I sing. My love today can't find home in the nest abandoned by yesterday's love. The fire of pain has explored a bright road through sadness for my soul. 100 grass lives longer than mountains, and grass comes back from countless deaths.