Translated by Zheng Zhenduo
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
The vast desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and flies away with a smile.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Would you like to carry the mud off your lame leg?
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger. We didn't know we were dear to each other until we woke up.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest.
1 1 Some invisible fingers, like lazy fingers, are playing the music in my heart.
12 "What's your language, Hai?" "This is an eternal question." "Sky, what's my answer?" "It's eternal silence."
13 Listen quietly, my heart, and listen to the whisper of the world, which is his expression of love for you.
14 The mystery of creation, like the darkness of night, is great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.
16 I sat at the window this morning, and the "world" stopped for a while like a passer-by, nodded to me and passed by again.
17 These little * s are the rustle of green leaves; They are in my heart, whispering happily.
18 You can't see your truth, you only see your shadow.
My wishes are fools, they shout across your song, Lord. Let me hear it.
I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me.
Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them.
My existence is the eternal miracle of life.
We, the rustling leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower."
Rest belongs to work just as eyelids belong to eyes.
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.
God wants us to repay him for the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the land.
Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. He didn't know that people would cheat.
O beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror.
My heart beats her waves on the shore of the world and writes her inscription on it in tears: "I love you."
Moon, what are you waiting for? "Salute to the sun that I must make way for him."
The green trees come to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
God's own morning is new to him.
Life gets its assets because of the requirements of the "world" and its value because of the requirements of love.
The dry river bed does not thank him for his past.
A bird wishes to be a cloud. Cloud is willing to be a bird.
The waterfall sings, "I have a song when I am free."
I can't tell why this heart is so depressed and silent. That small demand, he will never ask, never know, never remember.
Woman, when you are in charge of housework, your hands and feet are singing, just like a mountain stream singing among pebbles.
When the sun crossed the West Sea, it faced the east and made his last salute.
Don't blame your food because you have no appetite.
4 1 tree, like the wish of the earth, stands upright and peeps at the sky.
You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. I think I've been waiting for this for a long time.
The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the land are noisy, and the birds in the air are singing. But human beings have silence in the sea, noise on the ground and music in the air.
The "world" rushes through the strings of a hesitant heart and plays a sad music.
He regards his sword as God. When his sword won, he failed himself.
God finds himself in creation.
Shadow puts on her veil and follows light in secret meekness with her silent steps of love.
Stars are not afraid to look like fireflies.
Thank God, I am not the wheel of power, but one of the living people who are crushed under this wheel.
The mind is sharp, not broad. It sticks to every point, but it doesn't move
5 1 Your idol is scattered in the dust, which proves that the dust of God is greater than your idol.
52 people can't show themselves in his history, and he struggled to show his head in history.
The glass lamp scolded the earthen lamp for calling him cousin, but when the moon came out, the glass lamp called her with a gentle smile-"my dear, dear sister."
Like the meeting of seagulls and waves, we meet and come near. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away and we parted.
The work in the daytime is over, so I am like a boat dragging on the beach, quietly listening to the music dancing in the evening tide.
Our life is a gift, and we can get it only by giving our lives.
When we are very humble, we are very great recently.
Sparrows are worried about peacocks when they see them carrying their feathers and tails.
Never be afraid of this moment-the eternal voice sings like this.
The hurricane searched for the shortest path in a deserted place and suddenly ended its search in a "no man's land".
6 1 In my own cup, drink mine, my friend. As long as you pour it into someone else's cup, the foam of the wine will disappear.
62 "Perfection" decorates itself beautifully for the love of "incompleteness".
God said to man, "I heal you, so you hurt me." I love you, so I punish you. "
Thank the flame for giving you light, but don't forget the person who holds the lamp. He stood patiently in the dark.
Grass, your steps are small, but you own the land under your feet.
The bud of the young flower opens and cries, "Dear world, please don't fade."
God is tired of the great Congress, but he will never hate that little flower.
Mistakes can't stand failure, but truth is not afraid of failure.
The waterfall sings, "Although a little water is enough for the thirsty, I happily gave me all the water."
Where is the source of the endless carnival and ecstasy of throwing up those flowers?
7 1 The woodcutter's axe asked the tree for its handle. This tree is for him.
This lonely evening is shrouded in fog and rain, and I feel its sigh in my loneliness.
Chastity is an asset derived from rich love.
Fog, like love, plays in the heart of the mountain peak, giving birth to all kinds of beautiful changes.
We read the world wrong and said he lied to us.
The poet's wind is crossing the ocean and forest, asking for its own song.
Every child is born with a sign that says: God has not lost faith in mankind.
The green grass asked her partner on the earth. The tree begged him for the loneliness of the sky.
Man built a dam for himself.
My friend, your voice wanders in my heart, like the murmur of the sea, lingering among the listening pines.
8 1, dark invisible flame, sparks with the stars. What is this?
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
The person who wants to be a good person knocks at the door, and the person who loves finds the door open.
In death, many people become one; In life, this "one" has become a lot. After the death of God, religions will become one.
The artist is the lover of nature, so he is the slave and master of nature.
Fruit, how far are you from me? "I am hidden in your heart, flower."
This longing is for what you can feel in the dark and can't see in broad daylight.
Dew said to the lake, "You are the big dew under the lotus leaf, and I am the smaller dew above the lotus leaf."
The scabbard protects the sharpness of the knife, but is content with its dullness.
In the darkness, "one" is regarded as one; In light, "one" is a lot.
9 1 The earth shows her hospitality with the help of green grass.
The birth and death of green leaves is the rapid rotation of a whirlwind, and its wider rotation circle is the slow rotation among the stars in the sky.
Authority said to the world, "I am mine." The world imprisoned authority under her throne. Love said to the world, "I am yours." The world gave love the freedom to come and go in her house.
Thick fog seems to be the desire of the earth. It hides the sun, and the sun is what she calls.
Be quiet, my heart, these trees are prayers.
The noise of the moment laughs at the eternal music.
I remembered many other times floating on the stream of life, love and death, and these times were forgotten, so I felt the freedom to leave this world.
The sadness in my soul is the veil of her bride. This veil is waiting to be lifted at night.
The seal of death gives value to the coin of life; Only in this way can it buy real treasures with its life.
100 Baiyun stood humbly in a corner of the sky. The morning light covered him with rosy clouds.
10 1 Dust was insulted, but she paid for it with her flowers.
102 just walk there, don't stay to pick flowers for preservation, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.
103 is an underground branch. Branches are roots in the air.
104 Summer music has gone far away, soaring in autumn, looking for its old base.
105 don't lend your merits out of your pocket to your friend, it's an insult to him.
The feeling of nameless days clings to my heart like green moss clings to an old tree.
Echo 107 laughed at her original sound and proved that she was the original sound.
108 When a rich man boasted that he had received special favors from God, God felt ashamed.
109 I cast my shadow on the road, because I have a bright lamp that hasn't been lit yet.
1 10 People walked into the noisy crowd in order to drown their silent crying.
1 1 1 Death ends in exhaustion, but perfection ends in infinity.
Sun is wearing a simple thin coat. White clouds are covered with gorgeous skirts.
1 13 The mountain peak is like the noise of a group of children, raising their arms and trying to catch the stars in the sky.
Although the road is crowded, it is lonely because no one loves it.
Those in power boast of their evil deeds; Falling yellow leaves and floating clouds are laughing at it.
1 16 today, the earth hummed to my camp in the sun, like a woman weaving, humming some ancient songs in a forgotten language.
The grass is worthy of the great world in which it grows.
1 18 Dream is a wife who must be able to talk. Sleep is a husband who silently endures.
1 19 The night kissed the passing day and whispered in my ear, "I am death, your mother. I will give you a new life. "
120 night, I feel your beauty. Your beauty is like a lovely woman, when she turns off the lights.
12 1 I brought the prosperity of those lost worlds to my world.
Dear friend, when I was listening to the waves, I felt the silence of your great thoughts several times in the deep dusk of this coast.
123 Birds think it is a charitable act to hold fish in the air.
124 night said to the sun: "In the moon, you sent me your love letter." "I have left my tearful answer on the green grass."
This great man is a born child. When he died, he dedicated his great childhood to the world.
126 is not hammering, but singing and dancing of water, which makes pebbles perfect.
127 bees sip honey from flowers and thank them when they leave the camp. The grandiose butterfly thinks that flowers should thank him.
128 If you don't wait to tell the whole truth, it's easy to say it.
129 "Maybe" asks "Impossible": "Where do you live?" It replied, "In the dream of the powerless."
If you shut the door on all mistakes, the truth will be shut out.
I hear some rustle behind my sadness-I can't see them.
Leisure is work in action. The calm sea turned into waves when it fluctuated.
133 green leaves turn into flowers when they are in love. Flowers become fruits when they are worshipped.
134 Bury the roots and let the branches bear fruit without asking for anything in return.
135 rainy evening, the wind is blowing endlessly. I look at the swaying branches and miss the greatness of everything.
136 midnight storm, like a huge child, woke up in the untimely darkness, started playing games and cried.
137 sea, my lonely bride in the storm, although you set off waves to follow your lover, it is useless.
138 said to work: "I am ashamed of my emptiness." The work says to the text: "When I see you, I know how poor I am."
139 time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its game makes it just change without wealth.
140 the truth is that wearing clothes feels that the facts are too restrictive. In imagination, she turned comfortably.
I was tired of you when I traveled around, Lu, but now, when you guided me around, I fell in love with you and married you.
142 let me imagine that among the stars, there is a star that guides my life through the unknown darkness.
143 woman, you touched my instrument with your beautiful fingers, and order came out like music.
144 A melancholy voice, nesting in fleeting time. It sings to me at night-"I love you."
145 The flaming flame forbids me to approach him with its flaming flame. Save me from the embers hidden in the ashes.
146 I have stars in the sky, but, alas, the little light in my room is not on.
147 extinct language's dust sticks to you. Wash your soul with silence.
148 left many gaps in life, from which came the melancholy music of death.
149 The world opened its bright heart in the morning. Come out, my heart, and meet it with your love.
150 My thoughts shine with these shining green leaves, and my heart sings when it touches the sun. My life floats in the blue of space and the darkness of time because of everything, and I am happy.
15 1 God's great authority is in a mild atmosphere, not in the storm.
152 in my dream, everything is rambling and pressing me, but it's just a dream. When I wake up, I will feel that all these things have gathered on you, and I will be free.
153 Sunset asks, "Who is continuing my duties?" The earthen lamp said, "I will do my best, my master."
154 you can't get the beauty of flowers by picking petals.
155 Silence is full of sounds, just like a bird's nest surrounded by sleeping birds.
156 The older ones are not afraid to take the younger ones to travel. It's far in the middle.
On the night of 157, the flowers were released in secret, but they were allowed to accept thanks that day.
158 has the right to think that the suffering of the victims is ungrateful.
159 when we take pleasure in enrichment, then we can break up with our fruits happily.
160 raindrops kissed the earth and whispered,-"Mom, we are your homesick children, and now we have come back to you from heaven."
16 1 The spider web seems to catch the dew point, but it catches the fly.
162 love, when you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see your face and take you as happiness.
163 the firefly said to the stars in the sky, "scholars say that your light will go out one day." The stars in the sky did not answer him.
164 In the dusk, the birds in the morning came to my silent nest.
165 thoughts are like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky and passing through my heart. I heard them flapping their wings.
166 Gou always likes to think that rivers exist to supply water to them.
167 The world kissed me with its pain and asked for a song as a reward.
168 oppresses me. Does my soul want to go out, or does the soul of the world knock on my heart to come in?
169 thoughts feed themselves in their own language and grow up.
170 I gently immersed my heart bowl in this silent moment; It is full of love.
17 1 Either you are working or you are not. When you have to say, "Let's do something!" Then it's time to start fooling around.
172 Sunflowers are ashamed to regard the nameless flower as their compatriots. The sun rose, smiled at it and said, "How are you, my baby?"
173 "Who pushes me forward like fate?" "That's me, striding behind my back."
174 the cloud pours water into the glass of the river, but hides itself in the distant mountains.
175 I walked all the way and the water bottle leaked. There is little water left for my family.
176 The water in the glass is brilliant; The water in the sea is black. Small truths can be clearly stated in words; Dali has only silence.
177 Your smile is the flower in your own garden, your talk is the rustle of your own pine forest on the mountain, but your heart is that woman, the woman we all know.
178 I leave small gifts for the people I love-big gifts for all people.
Woman, you wrap the heart of the world with tears, just as the sea wraps the earth.
180 The sun greeted me with a smile. Rain, its sad sister, speaks to my heart.
18 1 The flower in my study dropped its forgotten petals. In the evening, this flower ripens into the golden fruit of memory.
182 I am like a road at night, quietly listening to the footsteps of memory.
183 The evening sky, in my opinion, is like a window, a lamp, waiting behind the lamp.
184 people who are busy doing good deeds can't find time to do good deeds.
185 I am an autumn cloud. There is no rain in an empty place, but in a mature rice field, I see my fullness.
186 They are jealous and they kill, but people praise them. However, God was ashamed and hastily buried his memory under the green grass.
187 toes give up the past fingers.
188 darkness goes to light, but the blind go to death.
189 The puppy suspects that the universe is plotting to usurp its position.
Sit still, my heart, don't raise your dust. Let the world find its own way.
Bow 19 1 whispered to the arrow before it was about to shoot-"Your freedom is mine."
Woman, there is music from the fountain of life in your laughter.
193 is a rational heart, like a sharp knife. Tell the person who uses it that there will be blood on his hand.
194 god loves the lights on the earth more than his own big star.
195 This world is a stormy world tamed by beautiful music.
196 the cloud in the sunset photo said to the sun, "after you kissed me, my heart was like a golden chest."
197 contact, may kill; Stay away from it, and you may have it.
198 The chirp of crickets and the patter of rain at night came into my ears from the darkness, as if my lost youth rustled into my dreams.
199 The flower cried to the morning sky that lost all the stars, "My dew point is gone."
200 pieces of burning wood, burning with flames, cried-"This is my flower, my death."
20 1 wasps think that the honey nests of neighboring bees are too small. Its neighbors asked it to build a smaller one.
The river bank said to the river, "I can't keep your waves." "Let me keep your footprints in my heart."
The day drowned the silence of the whole universe with the noise of this little earth.
Singing is infinite in the air, pictures are infinite on the ground, and poetry is so in the air and on the ground; Because the lines of the poem contain the meaning of walking and the music of flying.