You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
A Flowering Tree-Xi Murong
How can I meet you?
At this most beautiful moment
I prayed for this for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal, it's my withered heart.
English translation/ translator/ interpreter
A blooming tree
May Buddha let us meet.
In my best days,
I prayed for it.
For 500 years.
Buddha made me a tree.
On the road you may choose,
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you approach.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you pass that tree.
Didn't notice me,
My friend, on the ground behind you.
Not falling petals, but my withered heart.
Xiangting
If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never repeat monotonous songs for the shade like spoony birds;
It not only brings cool comfort all year round like a fountain;
Not only does it increase height and set off dignity like a dangerous peak.
Even during the day.
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 what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds;
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.
I think this poem is not only a personal love, but also a kind of love, love-not only your stalwart body, but also your persistent position and the land under your feet.
When you are old (Ye Zhi)
When you get old,
Gray hair,
Sleepy,
Tired of sitting by the fire, take down this book,
Read slowly, chasing the eyes of the year.
The soft eyes and the deep halo.
How many people loved your youth,
Love your beauty, hypocrisy or truth,
Only one person loves your pilgrim heart,
Love the scars of years on your sad face.
In front of the fireplace, you bend down,
Whispering, with shallow sadness,
How love dies,
How to climb the mountain,
How to hide your face among the stars?
My faith
I believe that the essence of love is like
The simplicity and gentleness of life
I believe that all
Reflection and fit of light and shadow
I believe the trees are full of flowers.
Only from a seed in the ice and snow.
I believe in 300 poems.
What is repeated is just that
What you can't say when you are young.
That word
I believe in all God's arrangements.
I also believe that if you are willing to work with me
Go back together
In that distant and humble source
We will finally understand each other.
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