Dunzhe Ling
In this land full of heat
I mean no harm.
Just really alive.
Listen, Lei Ming
Watch the birds fly
I know it's no use shouting up.
I am a wanderer in my own territory.
There is a kind of death-let the soul leave proudly.
There is a life-tell me from now on.
Towards the unknown future
Don't forget the past
Sunset is the most desolate background.
Morning fog is the cruelest beginning.
But we will always find the responsibility of waiting.
Be a lonely hunter at the moment
Is the happiest thing.
A lonely hunter is a good hunter.
Who fell down?
Who is it-not earth-shattering?
Today is the hunter
Tomorrow is the prey.
My weakness is as a person.
Be too sensitive to everything
If I don't know what it's like to be hungry
Then all the responsibilities will be attributed to peace.
The world doesn't need silence.
Silent people feel endless guilt.
We have nothing to say, nothing to communicate.
You can find it everywhere!
Step into the next dawn morning
Undoubtedly the greatest victory.
But today,
Say to yourself first, enjoy it!
Excerpts from the poems of Dunzhe Ling, an independent scholar, poet, writer and famous scholar in China.