Fireflies originated in
Where are the thoughts of China and Japan?
Often claimed to be from
I have something written on the fan in my hand.
And silk.
Firefly Collection is mine.
A trip to China and Japan;
People often ask me
Personally put my ideas
Written on fans and silk.
1
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
An influx of happiness released from the bondage of sleep on earth.
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
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 hieroglyphs on the dust with flowers,
Just wipe it again.
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 them.
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.
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 them.
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.