Wanderers in the world
Tell me, star, your bright wings
Hold your flame high and fly,
In which dark cave?
Did you just fold your wings?
Tell me, moon, you are pale and weak,
Wandering on the road to heaven,
Where do you want to go during the day or at night?
For peace?
Tired wind, you wander aimlessly,
Like a guest banished from this world,
Do you still have a secret lair?
On the tree or on the waves?
Philosophy of love
Spring water always meets rivers,
The river flows into the sea again,
The breeze in the sky will always melt.
A sweet feeling;
What is loneliness in the world?
Everything is due to the laws of nature
Will merge into a spirit.
Why are you different from me?
Look at the mountain kissing the blue sky.
The waves also embrace each other;
Who has seen that flowers can't tolerate each other:
Sisters despise brothers?
The sun hugs the earth tightly,
The moonlight kissed the waves;
But what good are these kisses,
If you don't kiss me?
To Wordsworth.
Poet who praises nature, you once shed tears,
Seeing the past is gone forever;
The glory of childhood, youth, friendship and first love,
They all disappear like a beautiful dream, which makes you sad.
I also appreciate these. But there is a loss,
Although you understand, only I feel sorry:
You are like a lone star, shining with light.
A boat, in the waves of winter night;
You were Chu Shi's refuge,
Standing in the sea of blind disputes;
In glorious hardships, you sing,
Dedicate your song to the god of truth, only-
Now that you have abandoned these, I feel sorry for you.
Before and after the comparison, I am completely different.
You hurried into the grave.
You hurried into the grave! Looking for what?
With your restless will and active thoughts,
And a aimless heart that serves the world?
Oh, your warm heart, your pale hope
All the beautiful scenery you pretend, so fast!
Your curious soul, guessing in vain
Where does life come from? Where are you going?
You need to know what people don't know—
Well, what do you want to do in such a hurry?
Through the lush and lovely life journey,
Avoiding happiness and avoiding sadness has only one meaning.
Seeking refuge in the dark cave of death?
Heart, brain, thought! What is this?
You want to inherit it in the catacombs?
Don't lift the curtains.
Don't lift the curtain: Oh, I care.
Call life, although there is no real picture;
I just painted it randomly.
Imitate what we want-and hope.
And fear, twin fate, hiding behind,
Weaving hallucinations into deep holes.
I know someone who found it-
He wants to find something to pin his love on,
But I can't find it. There is nothing in the world.
The real image can make him move a little.
So he drifted in the cold crowd,
Being a light in the shadow is a bright spot.
Falling on a gloomy landscape, he is also an elf.
Pursuing the truth, but sighing like a preacher.
changeable
We are like clouds that cover the midnight moon;
It kept running, shining and trembling,
Shine dazzling light in the dark!
But soon night fell,
It will disappear forever;
Like a forgotten harp, discordant strings.
Every time you fiddle with it, it makes a different sound.
Every time you play it again on that exquisite instrument,
The tone and syllables will not be the same as before.
We sleep: dreams can rest in peace;
Let's get up: wandering thoughts will defile this day again;
We feel, think, imagine, laugh or cry,
Whether you cling to sadness or get rid of troubles:
After all, it is the same!
Because, ah, in this world,
Happiness and sadness will slip away:
Our tomorrow will never be like yesterday,
Alas, apart from impermanence,
Everything refused to stay.