Gao Xiang
Above the swamp, at the top of the valley,
Endless mountains, forests, clouds and the sea,
Fly over the sun, fly over the stars,
Fly over the boundless space.
God, you jump very high,
Like a swimmer intoxicated by water,
With indescribable feelings and male joy,
Swimming in boundless deep water.
Stay away from filth and filth,
Wash away your sins in clean air,
Let the fire of light fill the empty space.
Like pure and sacred wine swallowed into the stomach.
Who can bear the fog of life?
Destructive trouble and great grief,
Lucky and confident to summon powerful wings.
Run to the quiet and bright land.
Pentium thoughts, like sparrows,
Run to the empty morning, fly freely,
Who can be above life,
The whispers of flowers and silent things are not difficult to understand!
The harmony of dusk
At dusk, flowers tremble in the branches,
Every flower is spitting incense, like a censer;
Sound and fragrance reverberate at night,
Melancholy waltz and tired dizziness!
Every flower is spitting incense, like a censer;
Violin sips paint like a broken heart;
Melancholy waltz and tired dizziness!
The sky is sad and beautiful, like a big altar.
The violin is sobbing like a broken heart.
A soft heart hates endless mountains and dark nights!
The sky is sad and beautiful, just like a big altar.
The sun has sunk into its own coagulated blood.
A soft heart hates vastness and darkness!
Collect all the relics of the glorious past!
The sun has sunk into its frozen blood. ...
You are like the Eucharist Shining in my memory!