one
Spring in the Middle East is its own season.
It was a long day, and it was wet at sunset.
Hanging in time, between the polar circle and the tropic of cancer
When a short day is the brightest moment because of frost and fire,
The hurried sun ignited the ice on the ground and in the ditch.
In the cold without wind, it is the heat in my heart.
In the water mirror
Reflect harsh light,
At noon, it was dazzling and I didn't see anything.
Burning light is stronger than fire, stronger than brazier,
Arouse the spirit of numbness: there is no wind, only Pentecost fire.
In the darkest season of the year. Between melting and freezing
The vitality of the soul is trembling. There is no smell of the earth.
Or have the breath of living things. It's spring.
But not within the agreed time. Now the hedge
Because snowflakes are short-lived and will be covered with white for a while,
A flower that blooms more suddenly than summer flowers,
There are no flowers to bloom or wither,
This is not part of a multi-generation plan.
Where is summer? That's unthinkable.
Zero summer?
If you come here,
Choose the route you may choose.
Come from where you might come from,
If you come here when the hawthorn blossoms,
You will find that in May, the hedge turned white again.
Drift away this charming sweet fragrance.
It's the same to the end of the journey,
If you show up like a sleepy king in the dead of night,
If you come during the day and don't know why you are here,
It's all the same to leave the rugged path.
Turn to the dark vestibule and tombstone behind the pigsty.
You think this is the purpose of your visit.
Now it's just a shell and a meaningful pod.
As long as any purpose can be achieved, the purpose will break out of the shell.
Or you don't have a goal at all
Or the purpose is that you are beyond the end of your imagination.
However, it has changed in the process of implementation. There are other places.
It is also the end of the world, and some are at the entrance of the sea.
Or in a dark lake in the desert.
Or in a city—
But in terms of place and time, this is the nearest place.
Now in England.
If you come here,
No matter which way you go and where you start,
In which place or season,
It's all the same: you have to put it aside
Feelings and thoughts. You're not here to prove anything,
Teach yourself or talk about something new.
Or send a report. Come here.
Come to a place where prayer is always justified.
Bow your head and kneel. Prayer is not just about
In a word, the prayer of the soul.
Sober activity, or the sound of prayer.
When the deceased was alive, he could not express it in words.
As the dead, they can tell you: the exchange of ideas of the dead.
It is expressed by fire, which transcends the language of the living.
Here, the intersection of moments with no beginning and no end is England,
Not anywhere else. Never.
two
Dust on an old man's sleeve
It's all dust left by burning roses.
Dust is suspended in the air.
This marks the end of a story.
The dust you inhaled used to be a building-
Walls, partitions and rats.
Hope and the death of hope,
This is the death of air.
Above the eyes, in the mouth.
There are floods and droughts,
Stop water and sand.
Fight for who has the upper hand.
Cracked and lifeless soil
Staring at the futile labor,
Laugh without joy.
This is the death of the soil.
Water and fire replace
Towns, pastures and weeds.
Water and fire simulation
We refuse to sacrifice.
Water and fire can also corrode.
Our forgotten temples and choirs
Destroyed foundation.
This is the death of water and fire.
At an uncertain moment before dawn
The long night is coming to an end.
Endless, this is the end.
When the swarthy pigeons spit out flickering flames.
After flying back to the horizon
Between the three areas where the smoke rises.
There was no sound except dead leaves like iron sheets.
Rattle on the asphalt pavement
Then I met a pedestrian wandering in the street.
It's like being swept by the irresistible morning breeze in the city
Foil hurried towards me.
When I use sharp and critical eyes
Look at his drooping face.
Just like the first time we questioned strangers.
In the dying dusk
I met a deceased master. I once knew him, but I have forgotten him.
I vaguely remember the face that suddenly appeared.
He is both one and many; Get a tan on your face
The eyes of a familiar compound soul
Intimate beyond recognition.
So I repeated a double role and shouted.
While listening to another person shouting, "Ah! Are you there? "
Even if none of us are. I'm still me,
But I know I've become a different person—
And he is just a face that is still forming; But the language is enough.
Force them to admit that they know each other.
Therefore, according to the general fashion,
Since the two sides have never met, there can be no misunderstanding.
We are once in a blue moon. No one has nothing in the future before.
Walk in harmony at intersections at all times and patrol pedestrians for death.
I said, "I am surprised that I am so relaxed and comfortable.
However, relaxation is the cause of surprise. So,
I may not understand, or I may forget. "
He said, "My thoughts and principles have been forgotten by you.
I don't want to complain in detail.
These things have met their needs: let them go.
So is yours. Pray for forgiveness.
Just like I beg you to forgive good and evil. Seasonal fruit
Animals that have been eaten and fed will definitely kick the empty bucket away.
Because last year's words belong to last year's language.
Next year, I'm still waiting for another tune.
However, for those souls from foreign countries who are not comforted,
The two worlds have become very similar.
Now that the road is clear,
So when I put my body
Abandoned on a distant shore.
I am on a street that I never thought I would revisit.
Found something I never wanted to say.
Because we care about talking, and talking drives us.
Purify the dialect of the tribe
Encourage us to look forward and backward,
Then let me open the gift that I have kept for a long time.
Praise your achievements in life.
First of all, when the body and soul begin to separate,
The feeling of going out has lost its charm.
Its cold friction can't provide you with any promise.
But it can only bear bitter and tasteless false fruit.
The second is to express anger at human stupidity and self-knowledge.
Weaknesses, and everything that no longer makes people laugh.
Your laughter hurts.
Finally, when replaying the behaviors and roles in your life.
The pain of heartbreaking; The shame of the motives revealed in the future,
You used to be a good deed,
Now I realize that everything in the past is evil
It's all guilt about hurting others.
So the praise of fools stung you, and the glory of the world defiled you.
Angry souls make mistakes again and again.
Unless you are saved by fire, because you like dancing.
You must jump there with the beat. "
It's almost dawn. On this run-down street
He left me with farewell eyes,
Disappear in the long whistle.
three
Three things can happen in the same hedge.
What often seems to be imagined is actually very different:
Attachment to oneself, to things, to people,
Separate from yourself, from things and people; In between.
The indifference is similar to the first two, just like death and life.
Between two professions-flowers that don't bloom, in
The pain between life and death. This is the use of memory:
For relief-not because of lack of love.
But the expansion of love transcends desire, so we can't just go from the past.
And get rid of the future. In this way, love for a place.
It begins with our attachment to our own site.
In the end, I found that this kind of activity didn't make much sense.
Although it is by no means indifferent. History may be slavery,
History may be freedom. Look, those faces are everywhere.
Be with yourself who tries to love them.
Now that they're all gone,
And update and change in another mode.
Sin is inevitable, but
Everything will be safe in the end, and
Time and everything will be safe in the end.
If I think of this place again,
Think about those people, they are not all commendable,
Neither immediate family nor a kind generation,
But people with special talents,
They are all inspired by the same trend of thought.
Unite and try to split them into different camps;
If I think of a king at dusk,
Imagine three or more people being executed on the gallows.
Others are unknown after death.
Other places, here and abroad,
I also think of a blind man who died silently.
Why should we remember these dead people?
It should be better than commemorating those who are dying, right?
This is not to ring the bell of the past again
Nor is it a spell to summon the ghost of the rose.
We can't bring those ancient factions back to life.
We can't restore those old policies.
Or keep up with the beat of the old leather drum.
These people, and those who oppose them.
And the people they oppose.
Now they have accepted silent orders.
Divide into groups.
No matter what we lucky people inherit.
We have gained something from those who failed.
Everything they left us-a symbol:
A symbol of perfection in death.
Therefore, through the purification of motivation
Based on our prayers
Everything will be safe in the end, and
Time and everything will be safe in the end.
four
Pigeons spit out terrible flames.
Cut through the night sky and fly down.
The flame tongue shows the world.
It pardons the faults and sins of the dead.
The only hope is either disappointment.
You can choose cremation or cremation-
Get rid of sin by fire.
Who came up with this torture? This is love.
Love is a strange name.
It's the hands that knit the fire suit,
The flame is unbearable.
That dress is beyond human power to untie.
We just live and lament.
Either this kind of fire or that kind of torch will consume our lives.
five
What we call the beginning is often the end.
Announcing the end is the beginning.
The destination is where we started. Every phrase
And as long as each sentence is properly arranged (every word is in its place,
Other words supporting its position,
Words are neither shy nor ostentatious,
Easy communication between the old and the new,
Mandarin is accurate and not vulgar,
Standardized words are accurate and not pedantic,
Dancing in harmony)
Then every phrase and sentence is an end and a beginning.
Every poem is an epitaph. Any action
They were all guillotined, thrown into the fire, and then fell into the sea.
Or walk to a stone tablet you don't recognize:
This is where we started,
We die with the dying;
Listen, they left, so did we.
We were born with the dead;
Look, they're back, taking us.
The fragrance of roses and the seasonality of yew.
The experience time is long and short. A country without history.
Can't be saved from time, because history
This is a moment mode with no beginning and no end, so when a winter afternoon
When it was dark, in a secluded church.
History is now and Britain.
Because of this attraction of love and calling.
We will not stop exploring.
The destination of all our explorations.
Will be where we start.
I know this place for the first time in my life.
When the end of time has not been discovered.
Through the door of unknown memory
The past was our starting point;
At the source of the longest river
There is the sound of a deep waterfall flying fast.
There are children's laughter in the apple orchard.
You don't know anything because of you
Didn't find it
But only heard, vaguely heard,
In the silence between two tides in the sea.
Now, here, now, forever-
An extremely simple state.
Its cost is not lower than anything.
Everything will be safe in the end,
Time and everything will be safe in the end.
When the flame finally interweaves into a solid flame,
When fire and roses are one.