How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing beside the path you must take.
The sun is full of flowers carefully, which is the hope of my previous life.
Please listen carefully when you come near. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting.
And when you finally pass by, you fall behind.
Friend, that's not a petal, it's my withered heart.
2. A Violet-Zi Rong
There is a deep echo that has become the past.
Only the cold starlight illuminates the horizon.
There is a violet in the field of water, thinking and singing alone under the stars and the moon.
What you can see is the noumenon, and what you can recite is pink plum, a violet.
There is a hazy moonlight, and there is a classicality that the stars sink into the lotus pond.
Through the wet mud here and there, it is so beautiful.
Vast meditation, veiled, strange and unable to face each other.
Visible in the shadow, there is a shadow in the water, a lotus flower that looks at the sky silently.
Purple is facing the night, facing the sunset sky.
Although the lotus is covered with water drops, you never cry.
There is still lush green and beautiful red flame.
Starting with the cold wave.
3. Lotus Heart-Xi Murong
I am a blooming summer lotus. I hope you can see me now.
The wind and frost will erode in the future, the autumn rain has not fallen, and the green season has left me.
I am personable, not worried or afraid, and now is the most beautiful moment.
The heavy door has been locked, but after the fragrant smile, who knows my lotus heart?
You are unlucky, either too early or too late.
4. Trees outside the window-American poet Robert Frost
Trees outside the window, translated by Xiao Li, trees outside the window, trees outside the window.
As night fell, I closed the window, but I never closed the curtains.
Between you and me, dreams rise from the ground and then float to the clouds.
Not all your words of wisdom are philosophical.
But tree, I see you swaying in the wind.
If you have seen me go to bed, you will see that I can't sleep after tossing and turning.
That's all gone. On that day, fate put our heads together.
Fate uses her imagination, and you care about the outside world.
And I care more about my heart.
5. To the Oak Tree-Shu Ting
If I love you-I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell;
If I love you-I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree.
Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us.
You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd;
I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is great love, and loyalty is here:
Love-not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and the land under your feet.