Haiyan (Gorky)-On the boundless sea, the storm is gathering dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning.
One moment its wings beat the waves, and the other moment it went straight into the dark clouds like an arrow. It cried-in the brave cry of birds, the dark clouds heard the joy.
In this cry-full of longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory.
Seagulls groaned before the storm came-groaned, and they flew around the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm into the depths of the sea.
The sea ducks are also moaning-they, the sea ducks, can't enjoy the joy of life and fighting: the rumbling thunder scares them.
Stupid penguins timidly hide their fat bodies under the cliff ... only the arrogant petrel flies bravely and freely on the foam sea!
Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing against the sea, while the waves are singing and rushing to the sky to meet the thunder.
Thunder roared. Waves cry in angry water droplets and contend with the wind. You see, the strong wind tightly rolled up layers of huge waves and threw them on the cliff, smashing these large jadeites into dust and dust.
Look, it flies like an elf,-a proud black storm elf,-it's laughing, it's howling ... it's laughing at those dark clouds, it's howling happily!
This sensitive spirit-it has long recognized sleepiness from the thunder, and is convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't!
The wind roared past ... thunder roared ...
Piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burn in the bottomless sea. The sea catches lightning arrows and extinguishes them in its own abyss. These lightning shadows, like salamanders, meander in the sea and disappear in an instant.
-Storm! A storm is coming!
This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the roaring sea and in the middle of lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting:
-Let the storm get worse!
Tagore's poem Jitangali
You make me immortal, which is your happiness. This fragile cup, you keep emptying it and filling it with new life. This little reed flute, you take it over mountains and valleys, and blow out new music from the flute tube. Under the immortal touch of your hands, my little heart melted into boundless happiness and uttered unspeakable words. Your infinite gift is only poured into my little hand. Time has passed, you are still pouring, and I still have room to fill in my hand.
How vast life is (He Qifang)
How vast life is,
Life is an ocean.
Where there is life, there is happiness and wealth.
Join the choir, perform,
Build railways, become pilots,
Sitting in the lab, writing poems,
Go skiing in the mountains, go sailing and surfing,
Explore the Arctic, collect tropical plants,
Set up a tent and sleep under the stars.
Living a very ordinary life,
Open your eyes to ordinary things,
Light someone else's fire with your own fire,
Find your heart with your heart.
How vast life is,
How fragrant life is.
Where there is life, there is happiness and wealth.