China Gardeners' Collection: Going to a tryst alone at night, the birds don't crow, the wind doesn't blow, and the houses on both sides of the street stand silently.
It's my own anklet that makes me shy.
When I stood on the balcony, listening to his footsteps, the leaves didn't shake, and the river was still like a sword on the knee of the sleeping sentry.
This is my own heartbeat. I don't know how to make it quiet.
When my love comes, sit beside me, when my body trembles, my eyelids droop, the night deepens, the wind blows out the lights, and the clouds drag over the veil on the stars.
It's the baby on my chest that shines. I don't know how to hide it.
If you are busy filling water bottles, come on, come to my lake.
The lake will surround your feet and whisper its secrets.
There is the shadow of the coming rain cloud on the beach, and the cloud hangs on the green line of the trees, like the thick hair on your eyebrows.
I am deeply familiar with the rhythm of your footsteps, knocking in my heart.
Come on, come to my lake, if you must fill the water bottle.
If you want to do nothing, let your water bottle float on the water. Come on, come to my lake.
The grass slopes are green and there are countless wild flowers.
Your thoughts will fly out of your black eyes, just like birds fly out of their nests.
Your veil will fall to your feet.
Come on, if you want to do nothing, come to my lake.
If you want to jump into the water without swimming, come on, come to my lake.
Leave your blue silk scarf on the shore; Blue water will not pass you, nor will it drown you.
The waves will tiptoe to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear.
Come on, if you want to jump into the water, come to my lake.
If you want to die crazy, come on, come to my lake.
Cold and bottomless.
It is as dark as dreamless sleep.
In its depths, night is day and songs are silence.
Come on, if you want to die, come to my lake.
I didn't ask for anything, just standing behind a tree at the edge of the forest.
Tiredness still lingers in the eyes of dawn, crying in the air.
The lazy breath of wet grass hangs in the mist on the ground.
Under the banyan tree, you milk with your soft hands like cream.
I stood still.
I didn't say a word. It's a bird singing in the thick leaves.
Mango trees spread flowers on the village road, and bees will buzz.
The temple of Shiva near the pond opened and the worshippers began to sing.
You put the jar on your knee and milk it.
I stood there with an empty bucket.
I didn't come near you.
The sky woke up with the gong in the temple.
The dust in the street fluttered under the driven cow's hoof.
Women came from the river with bubbling water bottles on their waists.
Your bracelet jingled and the foam overflowed the edge of the jar.
The morning light is fading away, and I am not near you.
I walked by the roadside, I don't know why, it's past noon, and bamboo branches rustle in the wind.
Oblique shadow stretched out his arm to hold streamer's foot.
Cuckoo is tired of singing.
I walked on the side of the road, I don't know why.
The low shade covered the hut by the water. Someone is busy at work, and her bracelet is playing music in a corner.
I stood in front of the hut, I don't know why.
The winding path passes through a mustard field and several layers of mango trees.
It passes through the village temple and the market in Watou.
I stopped in front of this hut, and I don't know why.
A few years ago, on a windy day in March, spring whispered wearily and mango flowers fell to the ground.
The spray jumped over the copper bottle standing on the steps of the ferry.
I think it's windy in March. I don't know why.
The shadow is deeper, and the ox returns to the pillar.
The deserted pasture was pale and the villagers waited by the river.
I walked back slowly, I don't know why.
I run in the shade like a musk deer, and I am crazy about my fragrance.
The night is in mid-May, and the breeze is the breeze in the south.
I lost my way, I wandered, I pursued what I couldn't get, and I got what I didn't pursue.
The image of my own wishes emerged from my heart and danced.
The flashing image passed by.
I tried to hold on to it, but it dodged and caused me to fly away.
I pursue what I can't get, and I get what I don't pursue.
English: Bird Collection
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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.
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 to the ground with a sign.
There is a sign there.
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Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
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The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
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It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
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The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass.
Shook his head and flew away with a smile.
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If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
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The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Would you like to take it with you
The lame man under the sand?
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing.
Water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness?
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Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
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Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger.
When we wake up, we know that we love each other.
Once we dreamed that we were strangers.
We woke up and found that we were dear to each other.
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Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart, like the evening arrival in the silent forest.
Sorrow is calm in my heart, like the night arrival on the earth.
Silent trees.
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Some unseen hands, like an idle breeze, are playing on my heart.
Gurgling music.
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing on my heart.
Ripple music.
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"What language do you speak, sea?"
"This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?"
"It's eternal silence."
What is your language, sea water?
The language of eternal questions.
What's your answer, sky?
The language of eternal silence.
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Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world, it is talking.
Say hello to you.
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The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. But the illusion of knowledge is like morning.
Heavy fog.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great.
The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
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Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high.
Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.
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I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
Yes
I sit at my window this morning where the world stops like a passer-by.
After a while, he nodded to me and left.
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These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart.
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They have theirs.
A happy whisper in my heart.
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You can't see yourself, all you see is your own shadow.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow.
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My wishes are fools, they shout across your song, God.
Let me hear it.
My wishes are fools, they shout across your song, Lord.
Let me listen.
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I can't choose the best.
It's the best choice for me.
I can't choose the best.
The best choice is me.
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Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front.
Those who carry lamps cast their shadows in front of them.
Their backs.
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My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.
My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life.
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"We rustling leaves have voices to answer the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? "
"I'm just a flower."
We, rustling leaves, respond to the storm with our voices,
But who are you so silent? "
I am just a flower.
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Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes.
Rest belongs to work as eyelids belong to eyes.
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Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.
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God wants us to answer him with the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the earth.
God wants us to answer him in the flowers he gave us, not in the sun.
Earth.
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Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat.
Cheating.
Light plays like a naked child among the green leaves.
Happiness doesn't know that people can lie.
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O beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror.
O beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror.
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My heart beats her waves on the shore of the world and writes her inscription on it in tears:
"I love you."
My heart beats her waves on the shore of the world and writes.
She wrote her signature in tears: "I love you."
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"Moon, what are you waiting for?"
"Salute to the sun where I will give way."
Moon, what are you waiting for?
Salute to the sun I must give way to.
Go with the person who chooses Bandari and get off by yourself.