My fantasy is fireflies, with little fresh light.
Blinking in the dark.
My fantasy is a group of fireflies, active sparks, shining in the dark.
2
The sound of violets on the roadside can't attract you.
A casual glance, whispering in these chaotic poems.
Violets on the roadside can't attract casual eyes, but their voices whisper in these sporadic poems.
three
In the sleepy dark cave of the mind, dreams built their
Build a nest with the debris dropped from the caravan during the day.
In this silent and gloomy cave of mind, dreams build a fragrant nest with fragments left by traveling in the desert during the day.
four
Spring has sown petals that should not be there.
The fruit of the future is just a whim.
Sprinkling petals in spring is not for the future fruit, but for the delusion of this moment.
five
The joy released from the bondage of earth's sleep rushes into building a fragrant nest.
Countless leaves have been flying in the air all day.
The joy liberated from the drowsiness of the earth is poured into countless leaves and flying in the air, so that a happy day can be achieved.
six
My words are slight.
You can dance gently on the waves of time
When my works are full of imports
It has dropped.
My words are of course slight.
But when my work has a profound meaning,
They can dance on the waves of time.
seven
The underground moth of thought grows hazy wings.
Make a farewell flight in the sunset sky.
The moth in my heart, with film-like wings, flies in the sunset sky to say goodbye.
eight
Butterflies count not months, but moments.
And there is enough time.
Butterflies count not months, but moments. Butterflies have plenty of time
seven
The underground moth of thought grows hazy wings.
Make a farewell flight in the sunset sky.
nine
My thoughts are like sparks, riding on winged surprises,
With a single laugh.
The tree gazed lovingly at its beautiful shadow.
However, it will never understand.
My thoughts are like sparks, with a simple smile and flying magical wings.
The tree gazes affectionately at its beautiful shadow, but it will never catch it.
10
Let my love surround you like sunshine and give it to you.
You light up freedom.
Let my love surround you like sunshine and give you colorful freedom.
1 1
Days are floating colored bubbles.
The surface of unfathomable night.
During the day, there are colorful bubbles floating on the water at unfathomable nights.
12
My offering is too timid to ask you.
Memory, so you may remember.
They ...
My dedication is too shy to ask you to remember, so you may forget.
13
If my name is a burden, cross it out of the gift.
But please keep my song.
Discard my name from this gift, if it is a burden,
But please keep my poem.
14
April, like a child, writes hieroglyphics on the dust.
Take flowers, erase them, and then forget.
April, like a child, wrote hieroglyphics and urden on the dust with flowers.
Just wipe it again.
15
Memory, priestess, kill now.
Dedicate its heart to the dead past.
Memory, priestess, killed the present and dedicated its heart to T.
The altar of death past.
16
From the solemn temple
The children ran out and sat in the dust,
God watched them play and forgot.
Pastor.
The children ran out of the solemn and dark temple and sat down.
In the dust, God watched them play, but forgot the priest.
17
My mind suddenly flashed.
Its thoughts flow like a stream.
A sudden flow of notes
Never repeat.
My heart began to be active in the torrent of thoughts because of a flash of light.
Like a stream, it suddenly flows by itself and never comes back.
And very active.
18
In the mountains, silence rushes in
Explore your own height; In the lake,
The movement is still, sit tight.
Their own depth.
On the mountain, silence gushed out to explore its own sublimity,
In the lake, the waves stopped to meditate on their abyss.
19
A kiss on the earth on the night of parting
Eyes closed in the morning shine in the sun.
Down star.
On the night before leaving, a kiss on the closed eyes in the morning became the glory of the morning star.
20
Girl, your beauty is like a fruit.
Immature, nervous and unyielding secret.
Girl, your beauty is like a fruit waiting to ripen.
Stubborn secrets and tension.
2 1
The sadness of losing memory is like
Silent dark moment, no birds singing, but
Only the chirp of crickets.
Sorrow without memory is like a silent and gloomy time without birds.
In the song, there is only the chirp of crickets.
22
Paranoia tries to hold the truth safely in its hands.
Kill it with one hand.
Hope to cheer up a timid lamp. Great night.
Light all her stars.
Prejudice tries to hold the truth safely in its hand, but it holds it tightly.
May my heart blow a shy little lamp, and the great night will light up her starry sky.
23
Although he holds the bride of the earth in his arms,
The sky is always far away.
Although the sky wants to hold the bride of the earth in its arms, it is always infinitely far away.
24
God looks for comrades and claims love, and the devil looks for stars.
Slaves and demand obedience.
God seeks comrades-in-arms and demands love, while the devil seeks slaves and demands obedience.
25
In return for her service, the soil kept the trees.
Bound to her, the sky asks nothing and sets it free.
The land tied the tree to her in return for her service,
The sky wants nothing, just let it be free.
26
Gem-like immortality is nothing to boast about.
The length of its years, but flashing.
It's time.
Immortality like a gem does not boast of his age, but his flash.
27
The child has been living in a mysterious
Eternal time is not covered by the dust of history.
Children always live in eternal mystery,
Never covered by the dust of history.
28
Light laughter in the footsteps of creation
Take it quickly through time.
In the footsteps of creation, a gentle smile quickly took creation across the stream of time.
29
A distant man approached me in the sun.
In the morning, closer when he was taken away.
At night.
The man who was far away from me approached me in the morning, but when he gave it to me
As the night passed, it got closer and closer to me.
In the footsteps of creation, a gentle smile quickly took creation across the stream of time.
30
White and pink oleanders meet and get together.
In different dialects.
Red and white oleanders meet and laugh in different dialects.
3 1
When peace actively sweeps away its dirt, it is a storm.
When peace is actively sweeping away its rubbish, it is a storm.
32
The lake lay quietly by the hill, pleading with tears.
Love is at the foot of rigidity.
The lake lay at the foot of the mountain, courting with tears in front of stubborn people.
33
The sacred child smiled in his toy.
Meaningless clouds and transient light and shadow.
The son smiled in his meaningless clouds and short-lived light and shadow toys.
34
The breeze whispers to the lotus, "What's your secret?"
"It's myself," said Lotus. "Steal it and I'll disappear!"
The breeze whispered to the lotus, "What's your secret?"
Lotus said, "it's me. Steal it and I will disappear! " "
35
The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the trunk
Dancing in the swaying branches.
The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the trunk are holding hands and dancing among the swaying branches.
36
Jasmine's love for the sun is like this
Her flowers.
Jasmine's silent whisper to the sun is her flower.
37
The tyrant declared freedom to stifle it.
But you took it for yourself.
The tyrant wants freedom to kill it, but he still wants his own freedom.
38
God, tired of their paradise, everyone.
Tired of their paradise, the gods are jealous of people.
39
Clouds are mountains in water vapor, and mountains are clouds.
In the stone, the fantasy in the dream of time.
Clouds are foggy mountains and mountains are Shi Yun-that's time.
Fantasia in a dream.
40
While God is waiting to build his temple.
Love, men bring stones.
God is waiting to build his temple with love, but people have brought stones.
4 1
I touch God in my songs, just like a mountain.
The sea with waterfalls in the distance.
I touch God in my songs, just as I touch the sea with waterfalls in the distance.
Forty two.
Light found the treasure of her color through sunlight.
The confrontation of clouds.
Light found her treasure house of color from the confrontation clouds.
43
My heart smiles at its past night today.
Tears shine like wet trees in the sun.
After the rain stopped.
My heart smiles at it today, like a wet tree.
Shine to the sun behind the fish.
Forty-four
I thanked those who made me
Life is fruitful, but I can't remember it.
Keep it green grass. sun
I thank the forest that makes my life bear fruit.
But I never remember the grass that made my life evergreen.
Shine to the sun behind the fish.
45
No, the second one is empty, and the other one is empty
One to make it come true.
The only thing is empty, and the second is true.
46
The mistakes of life call for the beauty of kindness.
Can turn their isolation into harmony
With the whole.
Many mistakes in life call for the beauty of sympathy to adjust their isolation in order to live in harmony with everyone.
47
They thanked the exiled nest because
Their cages are both beautiful and safe.
They expect to thank the abandoned nest because their cages are suitable and safe.
48
In love, I pay you back my endless debts, for what?
You are.
No matter what you are, I owe you endless debts in love.
Forty nine
The pond sends out its lyrics from the darkness.
Lily, said the sun, they are very good.
Among the lilies, the pond sends out its lyrics from the darkness.
So the sun said, they are fine.
50
Your slander on the great man is ungodly's, and it
Hurt yourself; It's meam compared to small,
Because it hurts the victim.
Your slander of greatness is disrespectful, and you only hurt yourself;
Your slander on petty crime is not acceptable, because it hurts the victim.
5 1
The first blooming flower on the earth
It's an invitation to an unborn song.
The first flower that blooms on the ground is an invitation to an unborn song.
Fifty two
Dawn-colorful flowers-faded, and then
Simple fruit, the sun appeared.
Dawn-colorful flowers-faded, so simple light.
As a result, the sun appeared.
53
Muscles that doubt their wisdom.
Suppress the sound of crying.
Jade bone, Ice Muscle, suspects that its wisdom has grasped the tone and prevented it from wailing.
54
The wind tried to take away the flames with the storm.
Only to blow it out.
The wind tried to catch the flame with the storm, but it blew it out.
55
The game of life is fast, and the toys of life are falling.
The ones behind are all forgotten.
The game of life ended at once, and the toys of life were left behind.
In the back, and then I forgot.
Fifty-six
My flower, don't look for your heaven in the eyes of fools.
My flower, don't look for your heaven in the eyes of fools.
57
My new moon, you got up late, but my night bird
Still awake to greet you.
My new moon, you got up late, but my nightingale is still awake to meet you.
58
Darkness is a veiled bride, waiting quietly.
The wandering light returned to her arms.
Night is a veiled bride, quietly waiting for the wandering light to return to her arms.
59
Trees are the endless efforts of the earth to speak to the earth.
Listen to heaven.
Woods are the sky that the earth keeps trying to tell and listen.
60
When I laugh at myself, the burden on myself is lightened.
When I make fun of myself, the burden on me is lightened.
6 1
The weak are terrible because they are working hard.
Try to be strong.
The weak can also be terrible, because they bravely want to be strong.
62
The wind from heaven is blowing, and the anchor is desperately
Hold on to the mud, my boat is flapping against it.
Chest against the chain.
The wind blows in the sky, the anchor grabs the mud desperately, and my ship's chest leans against the chain.
63
The spirit of death is one, the spirit of life.
It is a lot. When God dies, religion becomes one.
There is one spirit of death and many spirits of life. When God dies, religion is unified.
64
The blue of the sky longs for the green of the earth,
The wind between them sighed, "alas."
The pain of the day is covered by its own strong light.
Stars at night.
The blue sky longs for the green of the earth, and the wind sighs in the middle: "alas!" " "
The pain of the day is buried by its own glory, but it burns among the stars at night.
65
The stars gathered quietly around the virgin night.
Awe the loneliness she will never touch.
The stars crowded on the night of the Virgin, silently facing her untouchable loneliness.
66
The cloud gave all its gold to the departed.
There is only one sun and the rising moon.
A pale smile.
The cloud gave all its gold to the sunset, but only to the pale sunset.
Welcome the rising moon with a smile.
67
People who do good come to the door of the temple,
The lover arrived at the shrine.
Those who do good come to the gate of the temple, and those who love others enter the hall.
Sixty-eight
Flower, pity the bug, it's not a bee,
Its love is a mistake and a burden.
Flower, pity this bug, it is not a bee, its love is just one kind.
Errors and burdens.
Sixty-nine
With the horror of the ruins of three children
Build their dollhouse.
The children built their foreign house from the terrible ruins of victory. ,
70
Lights are waiting in the long unattended days.
For the kiss of the night flame.
In the long cold days, the lamp waits for the kiss of the flame in the night light.
7 1
Feathers lie lazily in the dust, content.
Forgot their sky.
Feathers lie lazily in the dust, content and forget their sky.
Seventy two
Single flowers need not be envied.
Countless thorns.
Lonely flowers need not envy thorns.
73
The biggest victims in the world are selfless people.
The tyranny of the Blesser.
In indiscriminate violence, people with good intentions in the world suffer the most.
74
When we pay the full price, we are free.
For our right to live.
Before we were free, we paid the highest price for the right to live.
75
Your careless gift is like a meteor? BR> One autumn night, I lit the fire deep in my life.
Your casual gift at this moment, like a meteorite in the autumn night, ignited a fire in the depths of my existence.
76
Waiting for the faith commitment in the seed heart.
A miracle of life that cannot be proved immediately.
Sorrow is waiting in the heart of the seed to promise a miracle of life that it can't prove for a while.
77
Spring hesitates at the door of winter, but mango
Blossom rashly ran to him before her time.
Meet her bad luck.
Spring lingers at the door of winter, but mango flowers run to him and are on her.
She met her own bad luck before flowering.
Seventy-eight
The world is a floating and ever-changing bubble.
On the silent sea.
The world is a constantly changing bubble, floating on the silent sea.
79
Two separate shores blend their voices together.
An incomprehensible song of tears.
Distant shores harmonize their voices in unfathomable songs of tears.
80
Like a river in the sea, work finds its satisfaction.
In the depths of leisure.
Just like a river leading to the ocean, labor has been perfected in a leisurely depth.
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