We are both in the same shadow, Caressing the railing of the boat and talking, The autumn morning wind is so cold! Once I bowed my head As if the sun touched my face, Oh, my cheeks are like melted snow, My heart is like hot wine, I looked up to you and shouted: No, the two of us are in the same sun? Caressing the railing of the boat and talking, The sun is so warm this autumn! Why do you just wave your hands and smile? It turns out that one is on the shore and one is in the boat, The boat is slowly heading towards Over there the sun shines on the water. Golden rice bunches stand

In the harvested autumn fields, I think of countless tired mothers On the road at dusk I saw that wrinkled beautiful face payday full moon in on the towering treetops In the twilight, the distant mountains are around our hearts No statue is more silent than this. Bearing the great weariness on your shoulders, you In this far stretch In the autumn field, bow your head and meditate silence.silence.history is nothing but a flowing river And you, stand there will become a human thought. The sky is like a thawing glacier When gray clouds break and fly; The gray clouds are like sails on a stormy sea,

Flocks of birds fall from the cloud-rolling sky in the wind; In front of this window suddenly sacrificed a corner of the blue sky, As if glimpsed for the first time from a chiseled ice cave The waters that have long waited there silently; The shadow of spring in the mirror sky A tall leafless tree, on its spire The long winter's melancholy is like a bird raising its wings; Everything finally stretched out a phrase from the chaotic chorus. A young man pushed open the window, It's like seeing a glowing white tower in a dream he lifts up his whole soul but he's not with us

He is listening: far out on the sea, on the mountains, and in the depths of the land. when the morning is continuous in Evolves in light, color, and cleanliness With the voice of the chorus of the whole universe he is a dance, a chapter of music Since the passage of time and peeling away --This is a rock, a petal-- To achieve ultimate splendor and maturity, on the branch with the black line Keep last year's dead leaves, Many little silver scrolls, in In the sunshine of another spring Oh, the sorrow that spins into joy! young people go their own way --It is the spring full of flowers--

step, step, life, you made something What job?is not it This way: one drop, one drop will pain sap into pleasure Was that completely ignorant at first? a bird, turning its head and blinking a cold river We're all bathed in its wash When the morning leads her fresh coolness Her grassy scent, her sharp joy swims by like a flock of silent white geese In my heart live a trembling Oh, if I were an unhindered the open woods embraced all towards my beautiful sky It's two rusty doors that were suddenly locked Xin and all his pains and pleasures That's the first ray of sunlight

Into the dank valley first foot of revolution Step into the deserted castle. The rushing water skirts a hundred ancient trees Every molecule bears in mind image of the sea Silver and white without waves and noise i live in a weird forest My life goes beyond those I know, I don't know, I love people i hate live a desire in my body He runs day and night towards his destination If leaves, birds, everything The noise of the noon has finally melted into the silence of the afternoon nap Molecules of water before evening also to the ocean did i finally find the superior and transcendent arbor

He stood in front of me solemnly and beautifully? I seem to walk through a church at dusk Though on my clothes and my closed hands nothing but silence and adoration In my heart the bells are ringing sing a song of eternal joy Last night I walked on the moor there is only one big tree when i get under him and dance on its branches It seems to be in a In the maze that can never get out when i looked up and in his reaching out to the starry Dry branches of the endless dark blue sky, In his infinitely small forks find everything stuffed in my chest troubles and confusions, O love!why is it

always follow me like a sent messenger, like a stubborn god he turned into a mysterious hare disappearing into the woods before my eyes He turned into a weird goshawk circling and refusing to fly he became a singing Alien Birds in the Far Woods lead me crazy to follow until a strange situation there forever in the darkness and dizziness of night My heart spurts blood like a burst of water my life, even if The cut is still in the air leave eternal trembling when i lie down in the dust the nightingale sings in my breast woodpecker with its sharp beak peck my heart And in my body pain and

Happy to get a combined universe, Outside the forest, in a world far away from me That's when it's better than death the still void reigns And I throw myself into my feelings as if in the silence of winter The blackened and greened ocean that continues Devouring snowflakes. This dwarf palm tree, He is an adult standing Here, in front of my door? I feel like I'm coming back from a party when the evening light according to him standing alone In the green light of mud and moss. I suddenly fell back into the world, in the depths of his heart, here i feel He quietly surrounds me

like a sinking pond my eyes, As if opened in the dark night, see everything in them in the most secret situation my ears, As if suddenly waking up, hear everything at dusk something is talking I am alone with the world. I am lonely. When the day will end in darkness, I sit at the door of the house, half day outside fly that now dying laughter, there are in the distance walk by the river and saw: The swallow pecking at the water's breast, just covered with water Big tree in early spring. I remember two rocks in the sea, Some say they are not lonely; basking in the sun,

same as foaming Keeping the silence of the sea together, but for me they just planted in the garden Two big trees that cannot walk, Even with arms crossed, hair wrapped around hair; It's just a glass window on the two grids, Always stand in your seat. Oh, how are people Longing for a mixed life, Suppose there is that body within this body, There is that soul within this soul. what dream in the world Did someone accompany us to do it? We climbed the snowy mountains together, We walk together on the gentle river, but can put others his friends, even lovers, The one who locked him with oath in his body, with him Hearing the words of the man whose life commanded him, Behold the countenance that life revealed to him alone, feel what his heart feels Horror, pain, longing and joy? there are many in my heart starlight and shadow, This is invisible to anyone, When I walk with my love, I saw many demons and angels, I smell the first breath of spring, I saw a rain cloud coming; At this moment I heard the joy of the oriole, At this moment I hear the turtledove announcing the rain; But because people live their own lives, they always remind me chunks of rock, big trees, A dream in which one cannot participate. why do i always wish Attached to a big tree like a soft vine? why do i always feel Pushed into a crowd of strangers? I often pray: come on we unite not to play not go to work i mean did you see it too In my heart that will come a heavy rain! When loneliness approaches me, the world is ruthless and reckless straight into my chest, I can only silently gaze at the plump cypress, thought he would open his round body, full world, Let me go in and hide? But one day when I'm feeling "Loneliness" it bites my heart like a snake Suddenly, I realized: I'm with a most faithful companions together, The whole world turned their faces away, All mankind cannot hear my call, It's always close to my heart, It brings me from a quiet light see every part of the world, It gave me eyes in the sky, See this me sitting in the house: his emotions, and his thoughts. When I was a child playing with toys, When I was a youth in love, I am always lonely; we have walked a lot together until the last seen "Death" in the twilight light wearing his long clothes put your ridiculous hopeful eyes Take it from trees and rocks, They are all deaf and mute, I think of someone in the pain of burning To find the final rest of the "godly," I will also be in the bite of "loneliness" To find the most serious meaning of "life", because of it people don't care In the fury of winter blizzards, on the angry waves, are constantly struggling Come, my tears, and my aching heart, I'm glad to know he's there tear and squeeze my heart, I make all human beings small, ridiculous, wretched All emotions thrown into his boundless, Then see: Life turned out to be a rolling river. i never really heard the sound as I hear the voice of the trees, when it's sad, when it's blue when it's inspiring, when it's amorous all the sounds Even in the dark winter nights, as you walk it should be like Walking through a people who lost their national freedom Can't you hear the voice locked in the blood 7 when spring comes in each of its strong arms Hundreds of crying babies are buried. I've never really felt at peace like me from tree pose feel as deep No matter what thought I wake up from my eyes met it Standing in that same posture. Between its arms the stars shift Under its gaze the stream flows slowly, In its breast the birds come and go And it's always so praying, meditating It seems to grow in the land of eternal tranquility. Would you like to pass through a space of silence Receive a revelation from far away? When darkness and gentle silence surround you, in that bright corner as if in the evening sky Varying the bright wings of God, Like an orchard on an autumn afternoon A ripe apple falls silently, Caught in the soft yellowing grass. Would you like to look through the eyes of your heart Do you see the body of God? that round arm, slowly bent waist her feet can touch the water instead of being buried, her eyes are not Distant and faint starlight. Every deliberate and quick move It's all silent strokes, write down the immortal words People listen, listen, with their hearts finally out of all bodies find a perfect body, beyond all souls, Find a supreme soul. He emerges from the surrounding darkness Like a light in a gray sky Tilt your head slightly towards your hands, That quiet and diligent painting; brilliant colors, for happy people. His attention flows deep inward, Like a still sea when there are no tides. He does not cast a glance beyond himself The sun never warmed his world. This reminds me of an eternal hand It's not lost, there's no pause painted figures, fields forest, sun and snow I doubt it makes me happy Do you also paint a little bit on this frame? one day he answered my question Open your innocent eyes. There is no joy, no worry Just like an ignorant and indifferent green Wild, dotted with a few sparse dewdrops of hope Its pure light adds to my pain I stare at it: Crouching at the feet of the city, With thousands of dark brown roofs, Countless pieces of flying rags depicting oneself to the universe like the people who live there Talking, drawing, shouting life But with their rough skin. The tip of Zhien's tongue emerges from the ripe fruit Taste out: the trees are passing by The perseverance of winter, the perplexity of spring after the summer storm The sweetness of the morsel of life left behind; sympathy through The smiling village in the sun Re-see every long rainy night When the thatch trembles and the walls shake protect a group of people poverty behind them Turned into a dog in the bush. But now, look how it opens its heart proudly Like a well in hot summer, pouring water of sympathy to passers-by It unfolds the soft landscape into There are those who are unjustly considered stupid, Their muddy bare feet, weary shoulders haggard face and neglected lonely heart; Now, women are washing clothes, children's games, The dog is running, the smoke jumps into the sky, More like a thawed river is the long-locked joy, began to flow slowly, when they saw On the treetops, add more faces every night Green banner of hope. blown away and gathered again: Pushed away and floated over: Scattered and gathered again: These duckweeds, these sorrows These questions are in the hearts of human beings. The girl squatted on the pestle and wanted to Wash off dirt from old clothes Ideal people at the meeting table To wash away the dirt in human nature Powdery white walls surround ruined houses Fallen houses surround the old pond Feeling together in the haze The dawn will come; One or two to draw cool water cause the cracks (Old brokenness!) It is willing to keep giving, giving with slight sympathy and comfort when daylight The train roared past How many timid eyes from the old days Together, they stared in confusion into the distance. This one, use it as if it will never wither Cup full of blossoming joy there like a towering mountain The eternity carrying people's forgotten words That volume, the immature leaves that are not in a hurry to stretch Preserved hope in a pure heart Only through the haze on the water, looking at the world refuse to wear old and faded clothes But what is the real subject In this painful performance?this bent A lotus stalk hangs the flowers deeply In your roots, not the urging of the wind The trace of rain, but because it comes from the Creator's Hands bear more life, this serious burden. Those who pursue you walk into the depths of you from those half-closed eyes, They open but cast no light on the outside world, But like the entrance to the ocean of the soul, from there all your Thoughts flow back to the calm form, like a sea tide sucked back by the center of the earth Now I see your lips, so coldly shut, Reminds me of the rocky shore closing a deep self Although the fullness of youth has flowed from your luminous long hair But you are so pale, still like a bleak early spring. Oh, you are not a star that breathes light, nor Fragrant roses, or overflowing with ripe fruit It is the tightness before spit out, the bitterness before maturity See how a soul locks itself up Then it unfolded to the world, she meditated hard and practiced herself In order to walk towards a world full of love of giving and giving. Locked like a buzzer in your fragrance my memory of early spring It is a gift from creation, but where is there a kind of intoxication Allowed to live forever in this mortal body? In your pallor is stored a paler Is the trembling of my youth, That is the gift of creation, but where will there be a song The song is allowed to vibrate forever on the strings that are finally dying dumb? The resentful green grass on the ground blends with mine The blue sky and the goshawk's daydream have not entered into the loneliness of winter Oh, all of a sudden, I don’t know if it’s you or God’s will Let my peaceful heart burn and cry for it again. In the dark evening lake, Slightly cool smooth fish body you feel its silent escape Finally, only gently put the tail swipe your finger and take away the whole world, silent In the garden sinking into the evening mist. Gazing at the stone statues in the garden, That clear head and beautiful shoulders The solid begins to dissolve, receding into A flood of obscurity-- Oh, only the gods can understand that in all pain The moment it slipped by, it was pregnant with That eternal tacit understanding.