Bing Xin's Prose: Liberation

The moon is as bright as water, wandering under the trees?

Meditation? Meditation.

Picking up dead branches in deep thought,

I whip myself with pride

The shadow on the ground in the moon.

Everyone in the world thinks it is a dream,

And it is an unclear dream.

It is too clear to be clear,

My friend,

The troubles of my life begin from now on!

But still We must cross this boundless black sea.

My friend!

The world has not abandoned you,

How can you abandon the world?

Cloud-like freedom, < /p>

As quiet as water.

Even though life is a dream,

I also had a clear dream.

Throwing away the dead branches in meditation,

Looking leisurely at the shadow of the moon on the ground.