Dunzhe Ling
Where does the spring breeze blow?
I can hear the most touching music in the world.
I also saw the softest soul in the world.
The most touching things are always fragile and short-lived.
Only the most moved people can understand.
In this
You can cry now.
Let your tears flow freely.
My hand runs through your wind-like hair.
Don't pray for eternity and rebirth of life
It just makes you feel warm.
Purple sea of flowers
Stars outside the window
The beauty we first met.
It already contains a sad ending.
There is nothing you can't write.
Accept it.
Where does the spring breeze blow?
Some grass has sprouted.
Some people died.
But that wonderful aftertaste will last for a long time.
This is just right!
Excerpts from the poems of Dunzhe Ling, an independent scholar, poet, writer and famous scholar in China.