I walk alone, like crossing a valley.
A cloud floats alone,
Suddenly I raised my eyes and saw a clump.
Golden daffodils, colorful and dense;
By the lake, in the shade,
It swayed and danced with the wind.
Continuous and dense, like a million stars,
Shining up and down the galaxy,
This daffodil, along the lakeshore.
Form an endless line;
At first glance, I caught a glimpse of thousands of plants.
Shake the corolla and dance.
The ripples on the lake also dance with the wind,
Daffodils are happier than ripples;
With this pleasant partner,
How can a poet not feel relaxed and happy!
I stared at it for a long time and had no time to think.
How profound and broad is the elegance of this beautiful scenery;
From then on, whenever I fell asleep on the sofa,
Or depressed, or empty,
Narcissus, it flashed in my mind-
Lonely time is a fairyland;
My mood is full of joy,
Dancing with daffodils.
(Translated by Yang Deyu)
Beauty is discovered unconsciously. But it needs an opportunity, and only by getting this opportunity can it be discovered. In other words, only when people's subjective mind and objective things blend at that moment can they form a correspondence and enter each other. Only at this mysterious moment will the undercurrent of life be awakened and the sleeping Estek will open his eyes. You accidentally found a cluster of golden daffodils, even if it was just a cluster of weeds. It just entered your field of vision, then reached into your dream, reached into your heart, blossomed in it, and thousands of buds were in bud. Maybe it's just an illusion, but is it really blooming? Or are you blind? Maybe it's true, maybe it's just a fleeting illusion You just stare at it, stare at it, don't move, don't blink, and everything in front of you begins to blur. The earth, the sky, foggy Yun Ni, flowers and trees, mountains and rivers, everything began to blur, becoming a kind of chaos, a kind of haze, and the sky was spinning. Your unfathomable spiritual corridor is full of colorful flowers, and the dark river sleeping in your subconscious begins to send messages. That kind of lingering chaos shakes your heart, continues into endless ranks, and turns into a humid gas field, surrounding you. The world has restored the original world, but it is not all the original world, because it has dissolved into your Xie Jing and soul; You also wake up from your dream, but you are not exactly the original you, because you have a mysterious sympathy for the natural elves.
You can't erase the impression of that moment from now on. There are always endless rows of golden daffodils dancing on your soul. You can see with your eyes open and your eyes closed. It comforts you when you are depressed and accompanies you when you are lonely. This has become the fairyland you have always dreamed of. Is it really you or it? I'm afraid you yourself have become the incarnation of Narcissus. Your body has been soaked with the fragrance of narcissus, and you and narcissus merged at that moment. I forgot both of them. The corolla of daffodils will always dance with your mood.
You forgetful elf, you are different, you are free and carefree, and you are smart. You live in wet fog. This brief life blend, a complete life experience process, banishes your soul to a new highland. Will you see a rose tomorrow? Where are the cloves? Or a bunch of chrysanthemums? (Ruan) according to