Bingyu Modern Poetry Collection Ideal Sunshine Ideal Sunshine A body as transparent as water is fascinating It started with a book, an inadvertent look and a bizarre story The hazy and unknown cause of snow melting The chirping of birds in the sky is no longer interrupted. The bright spring outside the mountains and forests is still a hint of youth. It responds to an inspiration from the human heart with its green flow. The ideal sunlight is reflected by water and its body and then stands upside down. Perception and figure are like one story connected to another story that continues to form one's own body and world. Let the desert retreat and let the condensed clouds and unreasonable thoughts drift away in the wind. Let the fearless spirits of the earth play a holy and lasting movement. Let the lovesickness and enlightenment that penetrate deeply into destiny point directly to the front. The ideal sunshine is invisible in the water. The deep blue and deep meaning. Its contemplation from far to near, from near to far, is approaching step by step. The babble of reality and illusion is approaching, and being greedy for dreams and being tortured by conscience. Or the migration again and again forgotten by the ignorant eyes. All the words of love must also be the perception of life and sunshine brought by ideals. The thoughts latent in the soul are just like this spring. The words from ancient times are how to use the soul. Only by stroking and reading with your hands can the plain confusion in the strands of emotion pass through the illusion of the clouds and then suddenly become enlightened--------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ------- 2. "Ideal" The ideal is water, watering the green trees. The ideal is the tree, decorating the barren land. The ideal is the land, stretching out the way forward. The ideal is the road, accompanying you to the future. Love is snow, which turns into water that nourishes the heart. Love is water, which irrigates withered trees. Love is a tree, which leads to the songs of hundreds of souls. Love is a song, which resounds throughout life. Ideal is the sun, which shines on the morning dew. Ideal is dew, which nourishes the earth. The ideal is the grass, which sprouts green buds; the ideal is the bud, which sprouts the golden dream. The ideal is the spring rain, which nourishes the dry farmland; the ideal is the farmland, which grows snow-white cotton; the ideal is cotton, which makes a warm quilt; the ideal is the quilt, which warms the cold soul. Ideals are the sea, setting off turbulent waves. Ideals are waves, testing thousands of boats. Ideals are boats, carrying people who travel far away. Ideals are people, opening up a new world. Friendship is snow, turning into the water of life. Friendship is water, watering the withered. Friendship is a tree, burning the light of stars. Friendship is a light, accompanying you and me forward. Love is a light, illuminating and melting the snow in cold winter; Love is a snow, water that nourishes the land; Love is water, forming a boundless sea; Love is a sea, Tolerate all faults.------------------------------------------------ -------------------3. "The World" Dust and smoke rise, cynicism and fog, watching flowers and expressing love, loneliness at the end of the world, layers of thorns, hard to stop, watching the sea, listening to the falling rain, standing proudly on a lonely cliff, settling the dust Drunk, lying in bed, warm and soft, thinking about the danger, a little bit of a frightened dream, the dream is not frightened, the proud bones are reduced to ashes, indulged in the wind and snow, the rainbow dragon moves, the mountain and the river, the shallow phoenix, the lonely wind, the cold, the biting wine, the poison, penetrates the heart and lungs, chatting and laughing, shaking the fan in Tsing Yi, watching the universe, the strong wind blows win The weak rain and heavy rain cover the tenderness, and my heart is full of hope. I am determined, my will, and the silver thread will not change. The love is warm, my body is wine and strong, and my heart is riding a horse galloping proudly between heaven and earth. The spring river is full of flowers and moonlit night. The tide of the spring river is even to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river anywhere. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes. Frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen. The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky. Who on the bank of the river sees the moon for the first time, and when does the moon on the river shine on that person for the first time? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year. I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow. Whose family is in a boat tonight, where is my love for the moon tower? The poor moon is wandering upstairs, and it should be seen in the makeup mirror. The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back when the clothes are smashed and brushed on the anvil. At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you. The swans fly long and fast, and the fishes and dragons dive and jump into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring. The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless. I don’t know how many people are returning by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love. The ideal is the guiding light. Without ideals, there is no firm direction; without direction, we lose the power to move forward. ——Leo Tolstoy Only with material things can people survive; with ideals can people live. What is the difference between survival and life? Animals are meant to survive, and humans are meant to live. ——Hugo It is precisely because of ideals that life becomes so sweet; precisely because of ideals, life becomes so precious. ——Aitmatov Life cannot be without ideals. Healthy ideals, ideals from the heart, come from the ideals of serving the interests of the country and the people. ——Dimitrov Faith is the oasis in the heart... ——Khalil Gibran Those who sacrifice for a great cause are definitely not losers. ——Byron Some people live but have no goals. They walk in the world, just like a piece of grass in the river drifting with the current. ——Seneca Only those who propose great ideals to themselves and fight for them with all their strength are the happiest.
- Kalinin The lofty goal that has not yet been achieved is much more precious than the small goal that is within reach. ——Goethe The slowest person, as long as he does not lose his ideals, will walk faster than the person who lives aimlessly. ——Lesing I would rather be the smallest person among human beings who has dreams and the desire to realize their dreams, than be the greatest person who has no dreams and no wishes.
——Kahlil Gibran