I can see your beautiful image.
But madam, if I stop, I can't go forward.
I can only hang my arms and keep silent.
I have a sound mind and a pure heart.
Through my eyes, they are free.
Fly to your brilliant field. Even if you are infatuated,
Flesh and blood have no right to come near you.
When angels are still flying,
We can't pursue it,
It's a great honor to look at her.
Hey! If you are like the world in heaven,
Turn my whole body into an eye,
So that every part of me can be loved by you.
Oh, please give us joy in flowers today;
Please don't let us think too far.
Like those uncertain gains; Let's stay.
Here, in the most energetic spring of the year.
Oh, please give us joy in the white orchard.
Nothing is like during the day, and it is like a ghost at night;
Let's be happy among the happy bees,
When bees gather around the perfect tree and swell.
Let's be happy among the flying birds.
When their voices suddenly came from above the bees,
With a beak like a needle tip, a meteor squeezed in.
Rush through a quiet flower in midair.
Because this is love, nothing else,
Love exists for God, because love.
He can deify himself at will,
But this love needs us to practice.
The poet went into the field.
Hugo
The poet went to the field; He was grateful,
He praised, he was listening to the inner harp.
Seeing him coming, flowers, all kinds of flowers,
Shade the ruby flowers,
Those flowers that are better than peacocks,
Little golden flowers, little blue flowers,
In order to welcome him, everyone waved a bouquet.
Some people bowed slightly to him, others made charming gestures,
Because it conforms to the identity of beauty, they
"Look, our lover is coming!" He said affectionately.
Those lush trees that grow in the Woods,
Full of sunshine and shadows, my voice became hoarse,
All these old people, yew, bodhi, maple,
A wrinkled willow, an old oak,
Elms with black branches and moss,
Just as theologians look at the custodians of classics,
Give him a big gift and bow down to the end.
Their leafy heads and ivy beards,
They stared at the calm light on his forehead,
Whispering in a low voice: "It's him! This is the visionary! "
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches growing from the same root 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 far away don't meet each other. The farthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between stars, but even if the trajectories meet, you can't find anywhere in an instant. The furthest distance in the world is not that we can't find each other for an instant, but that we are destined to meet before we meet. The furthest distance in the world is that fish and birds are in the sky, but dive into the sea.