In spring, the spring breeze blows,
Flowers bloom and grass grow, butterflies fly.
How tender the wheat seedlings are and how fat the mulberry leaves are.
Summer, busy farming,
Silkworms were picked and transplanted.
Get up early and get greedy, and come back to wear moonlight.
In autumn, rice appeared.
The valley is as fragrant as gold.
Although the body is hard, the heart is happy.
In winter, it snows in Chu Qing.
The new cotton-padded coat is warm and light.
After a year of farming, everyone is smiling.
What am I living for?
Author Russell
The desire for love, the pursuit of knowledge and strong sympathy for human suffering dominate my life. These passions, like hurricanes, have blown me hither and thither in a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the verge of despair.
I have sought love, first, because it brings me such ecstasy that I often sacrifice everything else in my life for a few hours of happiness. I have sought love, next, because it relieves loneliness-that shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss.
I have sought love, finally, because in the union of love I have seen the mystic miniature of the fairyland imagined by sages and poets. This is what I'm looking for. Although it seems too good for life, I finally got it.
I seek knowledge with the same enthusiasm, and I hope to understand people's hearts. I want to know why the stars shine, and I try to understand the power of Pythagoras' thought that numbers dominate the flow of everything. I have made some achievements in this field, but not much.
Love and knowledge lead me as far as possible to the sky, but sympathy always brings me back to earth.
Echoes of cries of pain echoed in my heart. Hungry children, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people regarded as a burden by their children, and the whole world full of loneliness, poverty and pain make a mockery of human life. I am eager to alleviate these misfortunes, but I can't help it, and I suffer from it myself.
This is my life, and I think it is worth living. If there is an opportunity, I would like to live again.