Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and suddenly fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
Ah! Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
The world puts off its mask of solemnity in front of its lover.
It becomes smaller, just like a song, a gentle kiss.
These are the sad tears of the earth, which often keep her smile in full bloom.
The vast desert often loves a blade of grass that shakes its head and flies away with a smile.
It's on fire.
If you cry for the sun, you are also longing for the stars.
Dancing water and sand are following you, begging for your song and flow.
Are you willing to bear the burden of their lameness?
Her longing face haunts me like rain at night.
There was a time when we dreamed that we were strangers.
When we woke up, we found that we loved each other.
My sadness is as calm as the evening in the silent forest.
Elegant breeze, like invisible fingers, plays wonderful music in my mind.
"What are you talking about, hite? 』
"It is an eternal problem. 』
"Oh my god, what are you going to answer me? 』
"This is eternal silence. 』
Listen, my heart, to the whispers and concerns of the world.
The mystery of nature is like the darkness at night, how great it is!
The illusion of knowledge is only the fog in the morning.
Don't put your love on the cliff, because it is too high.
This morning, I sat at the window where the world like a passer-by stood for a moment and nodded to me.
It's gone.
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves, which fills my heart with happiness.
Speak in a low voice
You can't see your truth, you only see your own shadow.
My Lord, how foolish my wishes are to let their noise drown out your song.
I want to listen to your holy voice quietly.
I can't choose the best.
It's the best choice for me.
Those who carry lanterns throw their shadows in front.
My existence, like life, is an eternal strangeness.
"Rustling leaves answer the wind and rain: Who are you, so silent? 』
"I'm just a flower. 』
Rest belongs to work, just as the eyes belong to the eyes.
Man is a newborn baby, and his strength is the strength of growth.
God expects an answer, because he sends us flowers, not the sun or the earth.
Land.
Playing with light is like a naked child, happy among the green leaves, he doesn't know how old he is.
People are hypocritical or deceptive.
Ah! Beauty, you should cultivate your inner beauty from love, don't be intoxicated in front of the mirror.
External beauty.
My heart is full of emotions and rushes to the other side of the world; I want to write about her in tears.
Signature: "I love you. 』
"Moon, what are you looking forward to? 』
"I salute the sun and must make way. 』
The green trees extend to my window like the yearning voice of the silent earth.
Every morning God creates for himself is also new to him.
Life finds wealth because of the needs of the world;
See the value of love because of need.
The dry riverbed felt no need to thank it for its past.
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song. 』
I can't tell why this heart is so silent and depressed.
Is it for small needs that he never asks, never understands, never remembers?
Woman, when you do housework, your hands and feet are singing, just like a clear spring flowing in the mountains.
Like pebbles.
When the sun crosses the west sea, it faces the east and gives it a final salute.
Don't condemn your food just because you have no appetite.
Trees show the earth's longing for the sky by stretching and visiting.
You smiled and said nothing to me, which is what I have been waiting for.
Fish dive in the water, wild animals soar on the ground and birds sing in the sky; But people, you
But you have everything.
The world sweeps over the sad heartstrings and plays a melancholy lament.
He regards his weapon as his god;
When his weapon won, he failed himself.
God found himself in creation.
Shadow, veiled, quietly, meekly, tiptoes behind light.
Stars are not afraid to appear because they are as small as fireflies.
Thank God, I am not the wheel of power, I am just one of the living people who have been run over by the wheel.
People are sharp, not broad-minded, and often cling to a certain point and cannot be removed.
Your idol is shattered in the dust, which proves that the dust of God is greater than your idol.
It is not history that creates man, but man creates history.
The glass lamp is called cousin by the earthen lamp, but as soon as the moon rises, the glass lamp is exposed.
Smile gently and call it: "My dear-dear sister. 』
Our blind date is like the meeting of seagulls and waves.
We parted, like seagulls flying away and waves rolling away.
At the end of the day's work, I will be like a boat lying on the shore, quietly listening to the tide jumping in the evening.
Dance music.
Life has been given to us, and we must give our lives to get it.
When we are extremely modest, we are close to greatness.
The sparrow is worried that it is dragging its heavy tail.
The eternal voice sings, "Don't be afraid of that moment. 』
I don't know where the hurricane found its direction, but it stopped chasing in the place where birds have their hometown.
Friend, please finish the bar in my cup;
Don't wait until you pour it into another cup, so the warm sound will disappear.
God said to man, "I heal you, so I will hurt you;" I love you, so I will punish you.
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Thank the light of the flame, but don't forget the lamp that stands in the dark, silent and strong.
Grass, your steps are small, but you have the land you have stepped on.
The delicate flower opens her bud and cries, "Dear world, please don't wither me. 』
God may be tired of kings, but he never hates florets.
Evil can't stand the test, but truth can.
The waterfall sings: Although a little water is enough for the thirsty, I am willing to give my all.
Ministry of water resources.
Where is the origin of the flowers in generate during the carnival?
The woodcutter's axe asked the tree for its handle.
The tree gave it.
In my silent heart, I feel the widow's dusk covered by rain and fog sighing.
Chastity is a kind of wealth and the product of perfect love.
Fog, like love, plays in the heart of the mountain and presents all kinds of wonderful illusions.
We misjudged the world and said that the world deceived us.
The poet's wind, through the ocean and forest, seeks his own singing.
The birth of every baby brings the message that God is not disappointed in mankind.
The grass looks for the crowding on the land.
Trees seek peace in the sky.
People often get in their way.
My friend, your voice haunts my heart like the whisper of the sea, like the whisper of the forest.
Lumbar back.
Sparks in the dark are the stars in the sky, but what ignites the sparks?
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
People who want to do good are knocking at the door; The caring man found the door open.
After death, most people become one, but in life, one becomes the majority.
When God dies, religion becomes one.
The artist is the lover of nature, so he is the slave and master of nature.
"Fruit, how far are you from me? 』
"Flowers, I hide in your heart. 』
Desire is feeling what you can't see during the day in the dark.
Dew said to the lake: you are the big water drop under the lotus leaf, and I am the small water drop above the lotus leaf.
A sword needs a scabbard to protect it, but the scabbard is content with its own dullness.
In the darkness, "one" is like an organic whole, while in the light, "one" is diverse.
With the help of grass, the earth has become a habitable place.
The birth and death of green leaves is a whirlwind's sharp rotation, and its vast circle moves slowly among the stars.
Move it.
Power said to the world, "You are mine. 』
The world imprisoned it on its throne.
Love said to the world, "I am yours." 』
The world has given it unlimited freedom.
Fog seems to be the desire of the earth.
It covers the earth and cries to the sun.
Quiet, my heart! Don't disturb these prayer trees.
Eternal music is laughed at by the noise of the moment.
I think of many other ages floating on the stream of life, and those ages diluted by time.
Love and death; I felt free after liberation.
I have stars all over the sky,
But, oh, I remember there was no small light in my room.
The ashes of the language of death defile you,
Let silence purify your soul.
The cracks in life, those lamentations of death are from those cracks.
The world opened its heart in the morning,
Come out, my heart, and greet it with your love.
My thoughts shine in the green leaves; My heart sings in the touch of sunshine; My life
Going with the flow, I walked into the blue space, drifting with the flow in the darkness of time and rejoicing.
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God's greatness lies in the breeze, not the storm.
This is a dream. Everything is pressing me loosely. When I wake up, I will see you.
Until they all gather around you, and then I'm free.
"Somebody get my stick." Asked the sunset.
"I'll try my best, my Lord." Said the earthen lamp.
You pluck the petals, but you can't pluck the beauty of the flowers.
Silence will make your voice heavy, just like a bird's nest holding a sleeping bird.
Greatness is not afraid to walk with smallness,
Only people who are neither too big nor too small will stay away from others.
The night blooms in secret, but the day receives gratitude.
Power ungrateful to condemn the struggle of the victims.
When we are satisfied with happiness, we can happily give up our fruits.
The raindrop kissed the earth and whispered, "Mother, we are your homesick children.
Now I'm back in your arms from heaven. 』
Spider webs try to catch flies, but pretend to catch dew.
Love! When you come, because the lamp of sadness burns in your hand, I must see your face clearly, and
Know that you are very happy.
The firefly said to the stars, "scholars say that your light will go out one day." 』
The stars are silent.
At dusk, birds at dawn fly to my quiet nest.
A clear mind is like a flock of geese flying across the sky.
I hear their wings.
Canal always likes to think that rivers exist only to supply it with water.
The world kisses my soul with pain, but asks for poetry in return.
Is my soul oppressing me? Or the one who knocked on my heart.
Has the soul of the world come in?
Thoughts use their own words to cultivate themselves and grow.
I immerse the container of my heart in the silence of this time, which is full of love.
Whether you have a job or not,
When you say, "Let me do something." That would be a prank.
Sunflowers are ashamed that nameless flowers are their own kind.
When the sun rises, it smiles at the nameless flower and says, "My love, how are you?"? 』
"Who drives me like fate? 』
"It's me riding on my back. 』
The cloud fills the water glass of the river, but it hides itself in the mountains. 』
On the way, I spilled the water from my water bank.
There is only a little left for home use.
The water in the jar is transparent, but the water in the sea is black.
Small truths have something to argue about, but great truths have only great silence.
Your smile is like a wild flower, and your words are like a rambling voice; But your heart is well known.
Woman.
Small things are left to the one I love, and big things are left to everyone.
Woman, you hold the heart of the world with mysterious tears, just like the sea around the earth.
The sunshine greeted me with a smile,
Rain, you told me that your heart is like a sad sister.
My flower accidentally dropped its forgotten petals during the day.
At night, this flower will grow into a golden fruit as a souvenir.
I am like a road at night, listening to the sound of memory in silence.
In my opinion, the evening sky is like a window. There is a lamp on the window, and there is a man in it.
Wait there.
People who are busy doing things well have no time to do them well.
Although I am an empty and rainless autumn cloud, I see my fullness in the golden rice fields.
People are singing about hatred and killing!
But God is ashamed to hide these memories under the green grass.
Toes don't care about past fingers.
Darkness tends to light, while blindness tends to death.
The beloved puppy will suspect that the universe is plotting to usurp its position.
My heart, please sit still and don't raise dust;
Let the world find the way to you.
The bow whispered to it in front of the arrow string, "Your freedom is my gift. 』
Woman, your laughter is full of music from the fountain of life.
A heart full of logic is like a knife with four blades.
It will make the hand with the knife bleed.
God loves human light more than his own superstar.
This crazy and rude world can only be tamed by beautiful music.
Evening said to the sun, "My heart is the golden chest you kissed. 』
Being too close may kill people, keep your distance or succeed.
The chirp of crickets and the patter of rain at night came to my ears through the darkness, just like the rustling in dreams.
From my lost youth.
The flowers shouted to the starry morning sky, "I lost my dew." 』
The burning wood, while sparking, shouted, "This is my flower and my death."
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The wasp thinks that the honey nest of bees is too small.
The bee asked it to build a smaller nest.
"I can't keep your waves. The river bank said to the river, "I can only leave your footprints." "
My heart. 』
The small sounds of the day and the earth drowned the peace of the whole world.
The infinity of songs is hidden in the air, the infinity of the sun is hidden in the ground, and the infinity of poetry has both the earth and the sky.
Empty. Because the meaning of poetry can walk and the music of poetry can fly.
When the sun sets, the East has stood quietly in front of him in the morning.
Let me not put my mistake in my own world, but let it be against me.
Praise humiliated me because I asked for it secretly.
When there is nothing to do, let me immerse myself in the depths of peace, such as the evening on the calm coast.
Girl, your simplicity, like the clarity of the lake, shows your simplicity and beauty.
The best is not the only one.
It comes from everything.
God's right hand is generous and kind, but his left hand is solemn and terrible.
My dusk came to a foreign forest, telling a sentence that my morning star couldn't understand.
The darkness of night is a bag from which the golden light of dawn bursts out.
We hope to lend a life like a rainbow-colored cigarette.
God is looking forward to taking back his own flowers, but human beings hold them in their hands as gifts.
My melancholy thoughts bother me, let me find out their names.
The fruit endows it with preciousness and the flowers endow it with fragrance; But let me be a leaf, humble.
Give me my shade.
My heart is sailing in the idle wind and will sail to the illusory nameless island.
Du Fu is cruel, but he is kind.
Let me be your cup, and let me dedicate the whole cup to you and your people.
The storm seems to be crying, as if it touched some gods because it was rejected by the earth.
Pain.
There is no leakage in the world because death is not a rupture.
Losing love enriches life.
My friend, your great heart is like a lonely mountain and snowy peak at dawn, with the brilliance of the rising sun in the East.
The dead spring stops the flowing water from gushing.
God's activity lies in its own melody.
Stepping and kicking will only raise dust and won't get anything from the soil.
Our names are like a flash on the waves in the dark, leaving no trace when we die.
He who looks at a rose with his eyes can only see her thorns.
Tie gold to a bird's wings, and the bird can't fly in the sky.
Lotus, like our place, blooms in this exotic water and has the same fragrance, but
I changed my name.
From the perspective of the soul, the distance is vast.
The moon shines her clear light on the whole sky, but keeps those spots for herself.
Don't say "it's still morning", just send it away in the name of yesterday as the first time.
I met a nameless newborn once.
Light smoke to the sky and ashes to the ground all boast that they are brothers of fire.
The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart forever." .
Jasminum giraldii sighed and fell to the ground.
Timid thoughts, please don't be afraid of me,
I'm just a poet.
The dim silence in my heart seems to be full of crickets' songs-gray twilight.
Sound.
Rocket, your insult to the morning star will return to earth with yourself.
You guide me through the excitement of the day to the loneliness of the evening.
I waited for the meaning of this matter from the silent night.
Life is like crossing the sea, we meet in the same narrow boat.
When we died, we boarded the other shore together and went to different worlds.
The stream of truth flows through the river of error.
Today, my heart is homesick for the sweet moment of crossing the sea of time.
The bird's song is the echo of the morning light reflected by the earth.
The morning light asked Jin Fenghua, "Am I not worthy of your kiss?" ?
Xiaohua asked, "Sun, how can I sing to worship you?" ?
The sun replied, "with your pure and simple silence." 』
If people are animals, people are worse than animals.
When dark clouds kiss light, they become flowers in the sky.
Don't let the blade laugh at the dullness of the handle.
Silent night, like a dark lamp, is illuminated by the light of the Milky Way.
Around the sun island of life, the sea of death sings day and night.
Does this mountain look like a flower? The open mountain peaks absorb sunlight like petals.
Misunderstanding the real meaning, or putting the wrong point, becomes unreal.
My heart, look for your beauty from the floating of this world, just like a sail in the wind and a sail in the water.
Elegance lies in.
Eyes are not proud of their eyesight, but of their glasses.
I live in this small world, and I hurt Bob to make it smaller. Please put me into your world.
Let me lose all my freedom happily.
Hypocrisy grows in power, but it can never germinate in truth.
My heart, with the microwave of singing, longs to caress this sunny green world.
Grass on the roadside likes stars, so your dream will come true in blooming flowers.
Let your music pierce the noisy city like a sword.
Let this trembling leaf touch my heart like a baby's finger.
Little flowers lie in the dust,
It's looking for the path the butterfly has taken.
I am in a world full of roads.
When night comes, please open your door and your home.
I don't want you to walk into this room.
Please come to my loneliness, my love.
Like birth, death belongs to life.
Lift your feet when you walk, but also put your feet down.
I understand the meaning of your whispering in front of the flowers and in the sun-let me know that you are in pain and death.
The statement.
This outdated cordate telosma, when I kissed her in the morning, she fell to the ground trembling and sighing.
Through the sad face of everything, I heard the deep voice of "eternal mother".
Earth, I came to your shore like a stranger, lived in your house like a guest, and then I left.
Open your door like a bosom friend.
Twilight is fading and the stars are shining in my heart, so let the night talk to me about love.
I am a child in the dark.
Mother Ding, I stretched out my hand in the dark.
After a day's work, bury my face in your arms. Oh, mom, let me dream.
The meeting light has been on for a long time. When we parted, the light went out at once.
World, when I die, please leave a word for me in your silence: "I loved."
You're finished. 』
When we love this world, we live in it.
Let the dead have immortal names and the living have eternal love.
I see you like a half-awakened baby seeing his mother in the twilight of dawn, so
He smiled and fell asleep again.
I will die before I die, so that I can know the infinity of life.
When I was walking with the crowd, I saw you smiling on the balcony, so
I sang and forgot all the noise.
Love is a full life, just like a full glass.
In their temple, they light their own lights and sing their own songs.
But birds sing your name in your morning light-because your name is happiness.
Guide me into your quiet center and fill my heart with songs.
Let them live in the noisy world of firecrackers of their choice.
My God, my heart longs for your birthday.
Around my life, the pain of love is like an unfathomable ocean; Love is singing.
Like a bird among flowers.
When you want it deeply, please put it out.
I know your darkness, and I will love it.
At the end of my life, I will stand in front of you.
You will see my scars and know that I have been injured and treated.
One day, in the morning light of another world, I will sing to you: "I have seen the beauty."
In the light of the earth, in the human dream. 』
The clouds of the past floated into my life, and it no longer rained or reported the wind, just to give me the sunset sky.
The dying truth has aroused a storm that reflects itself, making the seeds of truth spread more widely.
The storm last night brought golden peace to this morning.
Truth brings the ultimate language, and the ultimate language gives birth to the next truth.
Blessed are those who are not worthy of the name.
When I forget myself, the sweetness of your name fills my heart-just like a cloud in the sky.
Yang.
Quiet nights are as beautiful as loving mothers, and noisy days are as beautiful as children.
When people smile, the world likes it, and when people laugh, the world is afraid of it.
God waits for mankind to regain childhood from wisdom.
Let me feel that the world is formed by your love, so my love will help it.
Your sunshine smiles in my heart in winter, and I never doubt that it will not bloom in spring.
God's love is limited, while human beings kiss infinitely.
In many years, you have passed through the barren desert and reached the moment of complete achievement.
God's silence ripens human thought into language.
Eternal traveler, you will find your footprints in my songs.
Father, you have shown your brilliance in your children, so I will not defile you.
This unfortunate day, the sun is under the dark clouds of anger, like a child who loves to punish, in him
The pale face was covered with tears. The cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I bless you.
I went on a trip to meet my friends.
Tonight, there is a commotion among palm trees and waves on the sea. The full moon is like the world.
The throbbing of the heart and the unknown sky have brought the sweet pain of love in your silence.
Chu.
I dreamed of a star-a bright island-where I was born. There is a living self there.
From there, my life will bear countless fruits, just like a rice field in the autumn sun.
The smell of wet land in the rain rises in Ran Ran, just like a great silent hymn from the small masses.
That "love" failed because we couldn't accept it as truth.
One day, we will bless that death can never take away what our souls have.
Because the soul gets unity with itself.
God came to me with the flowers of our past, which were in its flower tray.
Still very bright.
When the strings of my life are in harmony, my Lord, every touch you make will produce a music of love.
God, let me live truly, so that death will become real to me.
The history of mankind is waiting patiently for the victory of the despised.
I think your eyes are shining on my heart at the moment, just like the quiet morning light shining on the harvest.
An empty field.
I long for the other side of this undulating "roaring ocean"-the singing island.
The curtain of the night begins with the overture of the sunset, which is its solemn hymn to the darkness.
I have climbed to the peak of that fame and found that it was extremely cold wind. Teacher, please be in the light.
Before the boundary disappears, lead me into the silent valley, where the harvest of life will mature into
The wisdom of gold.
In the twilight, everything seems illusory-the pole of the minaret disappears into the darkness.
The top of the tree is also like ink. I will stay in the morning, and I will wake up to see you taking a bath.
In the morning light.
I loved suffering, I lost hope, I know what death is, so I live happily.
In this great world.
In my vast life, some places are blank and quiet, in my busy days.
I have sunshine and air there.
Help me, my dissatisfied past, hold me tightly behind me and don't let me die, please solve it.
Help me.
Let this be my last sentence: "I believe in your love".