Infinite Stars

Infinite Stars

1


The infinite stars are twinkling—
The dark blue sky,
Why have I never heard their whispers?
In the tranquility,
And in the eclipsed light,
They express their encomiums sincerely.


2


O! My childhood,
Is the truth of dream,
Is the dream of truth,
Is the smile with tears while recollecting.


3

With the vast fields quivering—
Beside the darkened black island,
The moon is coming up,
The fountainhead of life,
The hideout for death


4


O! My little brothers,
The three little joyful stars of my spirit,
Brings me brightness.

My love in the deep soul,

I loved them speechlessly.

5

Darkness,
How can it be depicted?
In the depth of the soul,
The depth of the cosmos,
And at the stop
Of the resplendent radiance.


6

The mirror
Reflects me face to face,
However, I feel it to be unnatural.
Better to turn it around!


7

Awakening, I hear
Only the indignant hermits,
Listening to

The gongs breaking the fatal fates.


8

On the lush branches,
The withered remains survive;
The birds have vanished away.
Falling flowers scatter all about—
Isn’t life the same as this glance?

9

Dreams are the least ones to deceive,
Clearly,
Honestly,
It implies
The hidden interpretation
And the secret worry

In your soul.


10

The light green tender shoots
Murmur to the youth:
Develop yourself.”

The light branch flowers
Murmur to the youth:
Dedicate yourself.”

The dark red fruits
Murmur to the youth:
Sacrifice yourself.”


11

Where can I find
The boundless mystery?
After the smile,
Before the speech,
This is the mystery


 

12

Human beings!
Learn to love each other,
We are all travelers on the long voyage
To the same destination.

13

From a corner of the city wall,
I look afar at the blue sky,

It reaches the heaven’s width--

Until to the paradise in the upper world.


14

We are all the babies of nature,
Lying in the cradle of the universe.

15

Hey, children!
You can come into my garden,
But never break off my flowers--
See the thorns of the rose
Will prick and wound your hands.


 

16

Youths!
For memories later in your lives,

Draw your blueprints nowadays
Conscientiously.


17

My friends!
Why do you think me taciturn?
There is something in the world
Beyond words.


 

18

Litterateurs!
You need to sow the seeds intentionally,
In order to get your fruits

Whenever and wherever.


19

My heart,
Like the solitary boat,
Navigates across
The heaving ocean of time.


 

20

The sprays of happiness
Held in the hand of the Lord
Seek a perfect master to honor.



 

21


The string outside the window
Plucks my heart.
Why is the melody lingering?
It’s the timeless tree’s murmur
and
The boundless moon light.


22

Being parted in life—
Is like parting the dim moon and the sun,
Being separated by death—
Is like the flower blossom
Wan and sallow, thin and pallid.


23

The flames of my soul
Can kindle in a dead calm,
But

It also extinguish in clamor.



24

To the people who had never seen White Lotus,
Sunflower admitted White Lotus
To be his best friend.
Until White Lotus rose from under the water,
Sunflower lowered his head:
Her graceful standing erect
With
Lofty and unyielding character
Distinguished herself.



25

Death!
Come up to eulogize it;
It is a reticent determination,
and an endless retirement.


 

26

On top of high and steep mountains,
On surface of deep and broad oceans--
Is the ice-cold heart
And the flaming tears;
Poor human beings!


 

27

The poet finds
The greatest happiness in the visionary world,
And

The deepest disappointment in reality.


 

28

The sea waves of my hometown!
Your splashing sprays
Are touching my heartstrings
Drop by drop now
As
You once beat my huge rock
Drop by drop before.


29

My friends,
pardon me;
The only consolation
I’m capable of giving
Is only a frosty smile.


30

Did the time slip away this fast?
Nothing achieved,
Accomplished only in vision.


31

Litterateurs are the least merciful people --
The tears of the mortal world
Are their fruits.


 

32

The thorns of the rose,

Soothes herself

By
Being the detestation of the people

Who breaks her flowers off.



33

Mother!
Fling your depression away;
Embrace me inebriating in your bosom,
Only you are the comfort of my soul.


34

Who creates the new continent?
Not the enormous rolling waves,
But the tiny sands beneath it.


35

Hundred of thousands of angels
Want to extol the child;
Child!

The great soul
Hidden from his slim body.

36

A bundle of sunlight pierces the crevice,

Saying to the tiny seed,

“Extend yourself with the help

Of my energy,

Liberating you, the

Restrained.”

A tree stretches out.

The huge solid stone

Splits into two halves.

37

Artist!

Aren’t you partitioned from

Common people

Always by a mist of brightness?

38

Leaning on the well parapet,

I listen to the water babbling down the hill--

My hair floated in

The chilly wind;

In the sky—on the ground,

Several more spangles
had appeared,

While I turned my head around.

Stars?

Or lamps?

39

When just awakened from the dream,

Encircled by the clouds

I saw her the bright,

The rising sun!

You, just before parting,

Touched my heart,

How could I bear to see you again!

40

My friends!

Don’t give me any credence or

Let me mislead you by unlimited fidgeting

I’m only the weak breeze

Prompted by ideological winds.

41

In the dead of night,

The access to my heart will open--

A wandering traveler,

The master of thoughts,

Will visit whenever and wherever.

42

Clouds are in the sky,

While men merely live on the ground;

Thoughts confined by fact

Are

The root of all agony.

43

Truth

Is in an infant’s silence,

Not in the controversies

Of the loquacious.

44

Nature!

Please allow me

To question with one sentence,

Only one solemn sentence;

Haven’t I misunderstood you before?

45

The bigger

The blossom of high talk,

The smaller

The fruit of work.

46

The candle on the pine branches

Is still alight!

The repeated tones,

Could you pluck them again!

I am waiting for

My little brother from far away.

He will arrive at the gate

When night falls.

47

My childhood friends:

Sea waves,

Hill shadows,

Resplendent evening glows,

Solemn and stirring trumpets;

Why are we parted

From them nowadays?

48

Delicate grass!

Be proud of yourself,

Only you can decorate every corner

Of the world

49

Poems -- though bits and pieces --

Are sprays of the sea of learning;

They are also brilliantly embedded,

Like infinite stars,

In the heaven of my

Innermost being.

50

Wavering emotions,

Do you want to welcome him?

He brings unlooked-for thoughts,

Wanting to create magical writings.

51

The judgment and criticism

Of common people,

Is like the blind who

Surmise the moon

Beyond the clouds

52

The flowers and stones

Beside the tracks!

You and I,

Encountered in mystery

In only one second,

Finally say farewell for forever.

When back again,

How can I figure you out from all your friends?

53

My heart!

Be vigilant and alert,

Don’t be drowned

In the whirlpool of nothingness

54

My friends!

Get up,

Dawn breaks,

Willing to bestow ablutions

On your soul left overnight.

55

The flower of success

Is only adored for her beauty

When blooming!

However,

Her sprouts

Were immersed

In streams of tears

And sprinkled

By the bloody rain of sacrifice.

56

Rain in the night

Knitted the poetess’s emotion

Trace by trace.

57

The sober mind,

Wherever it is,

Can create

A profound and delicate world

58

Never admire children,

Their knowledge falls behind

When

Vexation comes quietly.

59

Who believes in

The sob of the little ” heart”

Quivering for the whole world?

However

It’s a droplet

In the ocean of soul.

60

In the shadow

Of scattered clouds and bright moonlight,

Winds blow the tree branches--

You should perfect your personality

Around that time.

61

Winds!

Don’t extinguish

The candles in my hands.

My home is far at the end

Of the long dark road.

62

The most silent moment,

Is after putting the pen up,

Before writing the thought down.

63

Tell me the way,

My friends!

I am the sea swallow

Across the sea,

Looking for my nest

On the other side of the ocean.

64

The wise!

You should be alert to

The words while worrying

And

The talking while happy.

65

The Creator!

Who can match your attainments?

The hundreds of thousands of tableaus,

The sunset in window lattices,

Every dusk.

66

The gloaming

In the deepened woodland,

Am I seeing it for the first time?

Or did it appear sometime before?

67

Children of the fisher folk!

Do you know people admire you?

Your wondrous lives

Ripple

On the boundless stretch of soft water.

68

Poet!

Be reticent;

What cannot be presented by verses,

Is absolute beauty.

69

Spring dawn,

How lovable!

Friendly wind,

Floating sleeves,

Quiet heart.

70

Birds in the sky!

What need to vie

With your brothers in the cage?

You have your own world.

71

These recollections—

Can never be effaced;

In the garden under the moon,

At the foot of the Chinese wisteria,

On my mother’s knees.

72

The west hill!

Farewell!

I cannot bear to leave you alone,

Whereas

I yearn for the bitter—sweet memories,

My mother.

73

Boring writings,

Committed to the stove,

Turn into boring firelight.

74

Infants

Are the greatest poets,

Unbosoming the most perfect stanzas

With imperfect children's words.

75

Father!

Come and sit under the bright moon,

I’d like to listen to you

Describing the sea in your heart.

76

The dream in the bright moon light!

Far?

Or near?

We’ve been reticent,

Listen,

Listen to

The tender beating of my heart!

Look the fog of light

And soft waves before us!

We enmeshed, enmeshed.

77

My small stones!

Be more solid,

Ready to confront the tides

Surging

in front and behind!

78

True compassion

Is at the time when depressed,

Not when joyful.

79

The morning tides

Have already ebbed;

The later tides

Have their own voice.

80

Mother!

My pigtail

Hanging down loosely

On your knees,

It is the countless soft hairs,

You hand down to me.

81

The reigning night!

Let me, the fatigued,

Put aside my writing pen,

And come into touch you

In the tranquility

For a while.

82

How intricate is the question,

My friend!

What could ornament your life?

83

My little brother,

Do I irritated you?

In the looming shadow under the lamp,

I simply fooled you,

With my absurd stories,

Rosy smile,

Focused eyes.

84

O! Solitude!

Countless sails of spirits

Are gliding in your softened halo.

85

Father!

I want my heart

To be as irresistible and inviolable

As your side sword.

86

The more the moon approaches

The heavier is the shadow on the ground.

Is life really this authentic?

87

Wherever

In the sea of knowledge,

On the mystery reef,

Are shining the flame of suspicions,

Many thanks to you, the beacon,

For lighting up my path.

88

Diadem?

The temporary glory,

The permanent fetter.

89

Flower whispers to an admirer,

Leave me alone,

My friend!

Let me be quiet,

And bloom,

Your appreciation is my annoyance.

90

If you are bored with sitting,

Open the window and watch the sea!

Let

All sorts of emotions

Join with the ripples.

91

Destiny!

Even intelligence cannot resist you.

Both life and death

Are constrained by your authority.

92

The morning dew is

Still like strings of pearls!

I have gone

In my thin clothes.

The cold wind,

How could it pierce my confused heart?

Counting the morning stars in obscurity,

I complained about the donkey walking too slowly

And

The mountain way too long

My dreams fooled me --

How could my mother be sick?

Coming back--

Downing the donkey;

In the glaring sunshine

With smiling blossoms;

I saw the dim dawn

Hiding the mountain gate.

93

My mind!

Are you my master

Or

Do I control you?

94

I was aware,

Oh, time!

Were you idling away my days

Bit by bit

While I was young?

95

Men break off flowers,

Inserting them into vases--

Then sigh at the empty branches

When the trees ought to yield fruit.

96

Shadows fallen in the water,

Words dropped in the heart,

Are both assimilated

Without a trace.

97

Isn’t it true?

A man's heart

Encases a lute

Ceaselessly plucking the same tone

Time and time again.

98

Young people!

Trust yourselves!

Only you are true,

And can create yourselves.

99

We are the babies born in the sea boat,

Never knowing

Where we come from

Or where we go.

100

Midnight--

The universe is falling into

A sweet sleep!

Am I the only one awake,

Heroine of the dream?

101

O, my brother!

Maybe I should not force you

To share my solitary hours,

While you are playing so rapturously.

102

A little flower

Wants to raise his head to

Thank Spring for her love

Nevertheless,

The depth of Spring’s grace

Turns the flower silent.

Mother!

Are you like Spring?

103

Time!

Do I presently disappoint you?

What I had discarded

Is momentary

And

What I have been seeking

Is permanent.

104

Someone speaks out of the window:

The osmanthus flower blooming

Kept me aloof from the quiet past,

Once a year,

Three days before Mid-autumn.

105

O! My light!

Thanks to your sudden extinction

When I was writing,

I found time to think.

106

The old said to the young:

Weep,

Sigh,

How flat the world is!

The young replied with a smile,

Pardon me,

Sir!

I can't imagine what I haven’t done.

The young said to the old,

Laugh,

Dance,

How interesting life is!
The old groaned:

Sorry,

Child!

I can’t bear to recollect what I have done.

107

My friend!

Take good care of yourself.

Don’t cast the pearls in your soul

Into the sea of stagnation.

108

Cold, the heart;

Warm, the tear;

The heart hardens the world,

The tear softens it.

109

All thoughts,

Converge!

Your core,

Your spirit

Should be my road sign.

110

If young people,

Compared themselves to the old,

They’d know their vexation was mild.

111

Is it too dull?

My qin *,

I forgive you!

Your plucked strings

Are unable to

Match the flutes tone.

(* qin is stringed Chinese musical instrument.)

112

Ancestors!

You have already fooled me,

But never guide me to hoodwink the future!

113

O! Father

I love you,

Just as I love your sea.

114

What is home?

I have no clue;

But

Vexation and worry

All scatter and vanish inside it.

115

The pen is in my hand,

Words stay in my mind,

From the place with sheer boredom,

Come the sounds of peaceful bells

116

The sea wave interrogated the crag repeatedly;

The quiet crag never answered.

However,

His silence has stood the test of

A hundred thousand times of thinking.

117

My little hut,

With daisy growing on the thatch

There

I would feel the independence

Of the universe!

118

Homeland!

How can I

Bear to face you from afar?

When will I be back?

The silver-haired grandfather,

Has already gone

From our garden.

119

Thanks,

My qin!*

In the stillness under the moon,

Eulogize nature for me.

120

Mother,

Could you take a look

At my miscellaneous writings?

These words

Were already kept in your bosom,

Even before I was born.

121

The dew,

Prefers to be the mate lonely flowers

In the dead of night--,

Refuses the brilliant sun

To give her a tiny bit of warmth.

122

My friends!

What is truth?

Thank you for guiding me;

But my question

Need not be answered by others.

123

Roses in the sky,

Red the dream;

Pines in the sky,

Green the dream;

Words in the sky

However,

Do not color the dream.

124

O! “Regret”!

“Perfection” needs you.

Thousands of You

Set her off.

125

Bees!
Are the melting worker,

Absorbing the fragrant juice of

Hundred flowers,

They create their own happiness.

126

Undulating, is it a sail?

Verdant, is it an island?

Sky blue, is it the sea?

My friends,

How can I, back again,

Bear to doubt you?

My dreams fool me many times.

127

Meteor,

Rushing across the heaven,

Did you pause one second for a peep?

Your brightness

Has already flamed in people’s

Bosoms for long.

128

The surging of the sea,

Dark shadows around the

Mountain.

The night has deepened,

Don’t go out.

Look!

In the single spark of lamp fire,

A soldier’s father stands

Lonely on the flag tower.

129

Were there no rain nor wind in the world,

Where would the flowers on the branches go?

That would only annoy your heart!

130

Dreaming of hopeless facts,

Working on intricate problems

Make suicides of youths.

131

The Sea!

Which star is not twinkling?

Which flower is not fragrant?

Which period of my thoughts

Does not heave and subside with your waves?

132

My heart!

Yesterday you told me

The world is happy,

Today you tell me

The world is sad.

What are you going to say tomorrow?

How should I trust you?

133

My friends

Aren’t you worrying?

The spring of “death”,

Is the last drop on the point of my pen.

134

How can I forget?

The summer night

Under the moon

Leaning against the elegant railing.

Pink lotus,

Green leaves,

White blouses!

135

My friend!

Have you ever climbed the mountain

And faced the sea?

Is solitude overwhelming there?

Does nature never have words?

Are you joyful or sad

In your heart?

136

After the wind and rain--

The fragrance of flowers has vanished,

The color of flowers have faded,

Fruits are hanging on the branches quietly.

The fruits

Determine the value of flowers!

137

The wise,

Get away the flowers of vision in your hand!

She is illusory only,

But glomming your eyes.

138

The summer night,

A gust of cool wind

Brings me unlimited refreshment!

The scent of the orchid on my blouse

Bypasses the depth of the dream.

139

For a delightful reflection,

My friend!

You would rather look

Into the blurred mirror

Than into Nature's clear deep pond.

140

Trifling destiny

Every day consumes youth;

Destiny feels excited,

But how poor is the youth!

141

Thoughts

Only wander around

In my heart.

Once I pick up the pen,

The spirit flies away.

142

One night,

I heard the wind outside.

Did I know I was on the mountaintop?

The swaying candle,

How can the shadow be so lonely?

Accompanying the mountains and rivers

In the wash painting,

I was sleepless--

143

The mind is racing backward,

While

Time is rushing forward;

So the impatience of the youth

Sinks into the whirling eddy.

144

Besides the pagoda,

Under the flowers,

Gentle wind blows my hair,

How can it be so cold!

The ancient yard--

The sunset--

The poetry bit by bit--

Bonds the setting sunset to me.

145

Pluck your heartstring--

Let the goddess of memory,

Dance with the tone.

146

Words,

Open the arrogant sluice;

Listen to the sympathetic stream,

Talking to the heart.

147

In the future

On the beautiful lake,

Will a stele stand there?

Does it dares to be silent -- thinking"?

148

With this pen

I am able to retreat,

As well as to keep ahead,

Unlimited in its elegance.

149

Mid-autumn night without the moon,

How romantic!

Separated from the mist,

The moonlight shines faintly.

150

I sat by myself

To see

The clouds on the mountain,

And to hear

The serenity of the bell

In the neighboring courtyard.

In such a dusk,

Such a rainfall,

With such desolation!

151

Daughter of wisdom!

Go forward

And face the coming impatience!

For it is about to destroy

Your life long project.

152

My friend,

Never be bothered by words.

Words are created by men.

But men are created by words!

153

It is

Sympathy,

Gentleness,

And worry--

Like the respected kind statue,

Melting my freezing heart.

154

The sounds of flapping wings afar--

Little birds!

When full-fledged,

Where will you fly to?

155

White flowers

Are

As beautiful as

Green leaves,

But

Mellow wine

Is not better than

Light tea.

156

Early along the river,

Drizzle bleaches the mist;

It is weather like down the Yangtze.

The lovely rain comes.

I had only known the sky-blue sea,

Not the dark green river,

It is the home of my parents.

157

For the sake

Of the use of common people,

You can only wipe off the dust on the mirror,

But not enhance the brightness of the moon.

158

My friends!

When snowflakes dance,

I will write down the poems in your heart.

159

Mother!

When the rain in nature comes,

Birds shelter themselves in their nests;

When the rain in my heart comes,

I will shelter myself in your bosom.

160

The wise!

Phraseology is empty,

Verbalism is sham;

You need to direct your friends

To the natural way.

161

Water in the sea

Cannot be warmed;

An arrogant heart

Cannot be softened

162

Green pine,

Red lantern,

And gentle ballads--

My little brother!

Thank you for giving me

Light in the dead stillness.

163

Are pieces of clouds

Like miscellaneous thoughts?

Hard for me to write them down

In my memory.

164

My friends!

Farewell,

I have kept the last page,

And saved it for you!

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