The first realm: the farthest distance in the world (Tagore)
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you;
The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that I am so obsessed that I can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you so much that I can only bury it in my heart.
The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you, but that I love each other but can't be together;
The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible;
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow from the same root, but cannot depend on each other in the wind;
The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but that the stars face each other without intersecting tracks;
The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between stars, but even if the trajectories meet, there is nowhere to be found in the blink of an eye;
The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it in an instant, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it;
The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds, one in the sky and the other in the depths of the sea;
Dear, now, you are by my side, but we can't fall in love in the sun.
The second realm: to the oak tree (Shu Ting)
If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off with your tall branches.
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeating monotonous songs for the shade of trees
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool and comfortable for many years.
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even sunshine.
Even spring rain
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you.
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clenched in the ground
Leaves, touching in the clouds
Every gust of wind blows
We all greet each other.
But no one
Understand our words
You have your copper branches and iron stems.
Like a knife, like a sword.
Also like halberd
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and thunder.
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were apart forever.
But depend on each other for a lifetime
This is great love.
Love-
Not only love your stalwart body.
I also love your position and the land under your feet.
The third realm: seeing and not seeing (Cangyang Jiacuo Living Buddha)
Can't you see me?
I was there.
Not sad or happy.
You can either read me or you can't read me.
Love is there.
Don't come or go.
Do you love me or not?
Love is there.
Neither increasing nor decreasing.
Are you with me or not?
My hand is in your hand.
Never give up.
Come into my arms.
or
Let me live in your heart
Silent love
Silence and happiness
Fourth: When you are old (Ye Zhi)
Old, gray-haired, sleepy.
Take a nap by the fire. Please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past.
How many people love you when you are young and happy?
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy and sincerity
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul.
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face
Hang your head down by the burning fire.
Whispering sadly about the passing of love.
It paced slowly on the hill overhead.
There is a face hidden among a group of stars.