When I am silent, I feel full; I will open my mouth and feel empty at the same time.
The past life is dead. I am happy for this death, because I know it once lived. The dead life has rotted. I get great pleasure from this decay, because I know it is not empty.
It is my sin to leave the mud of life on the ground, not to plant trees, but to grow weeds.
The weeds are not deep at all, and the flowers and leaves are not beautiful. However, they absorb dew, water, the blood and flesh of the old and the dead, and each takes its own. When you are alive, you will still be trampled and cut until you die and rot.
But I am calm and happy. I can laugh and I can sing.
I love my weeds, but I hate the ground decorated with weeds.
The fire ran underground and rushed; Once the lava is ejected, it will burn all the weeds and trees, so it will not rot.
But I am calm and happy. I can laugh and I can sing.
It's so quiet between heaven and earth that I can't laugh and sing. If heaven and earth were not so quiet, I might or might not. Before giving this bunch of weeds to friends and enemies, people and beasts, lovers and lovers, I take this bunch of weeds as my witness in the time of light and darkness, life and death, past and future.
For myself, for friends and enemies, for man and beast, for lovers and lovers, I hope the decay of this weed will come soon. Otherwise, I can't live, which is more unfortunate than death and decay.
Come on, weed, attach my inscription!
1April 26, 927
Lu Xun recorded it on the Baiyun Tower in Guangzhou.