Infinite Stars
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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.
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O! My childhood,
Is the truth of dream,
Is the dream of truth,
Is the smile with tears while recollecting.
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With the vast fields quivering—
Beside the darkened black island,
The moon is coming up,
The fountainhead of life,
The hideout for death
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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.
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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.
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The mirror
Reflects me face to face,
However, I feel it to be unnatural.
Better to turn it around!
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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.”
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Where can I find
The boundless mystery?
After the smile,
Before the speech,
This is the mystery
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Human beings!
Learn to love each other,
We are all travelers on the long voyage
To the same destination.
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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.
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We are all the babies of nature,
Lying in the cradle of the universe.
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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.
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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.
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My heart,
Like the solitary boat,
Navigates across
The heaving ocean of time.
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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.
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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.
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The flames of my soul
Can kindle in a dead calm,
But
It also extinguish in clamor.
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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.
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Death!
Come up to eulogize it;
It is a reticent determination,
and an endless retirement.
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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!
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The poet finds
The greatest happiness in the visionary world,
And
The deepest disappointment in reality.
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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.
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My friends,
pardon me;
The only consolation
I’m capable of giving
Is only a frosty smile.
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Did the time slip away this fast?
Nothing achieved,
Accomplished only in vision.
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Litterateurs are the least merciful people --
The tears of the mortal world
Are their fruits.
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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.
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Hundred of thousands of angels
Want to extol the child;
Child!
The great soul
Hidden from his slim body.
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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.
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Artist!
Aren’t you partitioned from
Common people
Always by a mist of brightness?
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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?
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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!
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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.
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In the dead of night,
The access to my heart will open--
A wandering traveler,
The master of thoughts,
Will visit whenever and wherever.
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Clouds are in the sky,
While men merely live on the ground;
Thoughts confined by fact
Are
The root of all agony.
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Truth
Is in an infant’s silence,
Not in the controversies
Of the loquacious.
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Nature!
Please allow me
To question with one sentence,
Only one solemn sentence;
Haven’t I misunderstood you before?
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The bigger
The blossom of high talk,
The smaller
The fruit of work.
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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.
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My childhood friends:
Sea waves,
Hill shadows,
Resplendent evening glows,
Solemn and stirring trumpets;
Why are we parted
From them nowadays?
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Delicate grass!
Be proud of yourself,
Only you can decorate every corner
Of the world
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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.
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Wavering emotions,
Do you want to welcome him?
He brings unlooked-for thoughts,
Wanting to create magical writings.
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The judgment and criticism
Of common people,
Is like the blind who
Surmise the moon
Beyond the clouds
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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?
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My heart!
Be vigilant and alert,
Don’t be drowned
In the whirlpool of nothingness
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My friends!
Get up,
Dawn breaks,
Willing to bestow ablutions
On your soul left overnight.
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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.
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Rain in the night
Knitted the poetess’s emotion
Trace by trace.
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The sober mind,
Wherever it is,
Can create
A profound and delicate world
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Never admire children,
Their knowledge falls behind
When
Vexation comes quietly.
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Who believes in
The sob of the little ” heart”
Quivering for the whole world?
However
It’s a droplet
In the ocean of soul.
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In the shadow
Of scattered clouds and bright moonlight,
Winds blow the tree branches--
You should perfect your personality
Around that time.
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Winds!
Don’t extinguish
The candles in my hands.
My home is far at the end
Of the long dark road.
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The most silent moment,
Is after putting the pen up,
Before writing the thought down.
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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.
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The wise!
You should be alert to
The words while worrying
And
The talking while happy.
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The Creator!
Who can match your attainments?
The hundreds of thousands of tableaus,
The sunset in window lattices,
Every dusk.
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The gloaming
In the deepened woodland,
Am I seeing it for the first time?
Or did it appear sometime before?
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Children of the fisher folk!
Do you know people admire you?
Your wondrous lives
Ripple
On the boundless stretch of soft water.
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Poet!
Be reticent;
What cannot be presented by verses,
Is absolute beauty.
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Spring dawn,
How lovable!
Friendly wind,
Floating sleeves,
Quiet heart.
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Birds in the sky!
What need to vie
With your brothers in the cage?
You have your own world.
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These recollections—
Can never be effaced;
In the garden under the moon,
At the foot of the Chinese wisteria,
On my mother’s knees.
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The west hill!
Farewell!
I cannot bear to leave you alone,
Whereas
I yearn for the bitter—sweet memories,
My mother.
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Boring writings,
Committed to the stove,
Turn into boring firelight.
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Infants
Are the greatest poets,
Unbosoming the most perfect stanzas
With imperfect children's words.
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Father!
Come and sit under the bright moon,
I’d like to listen to you
Describing the sea in your heart.
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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.
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My small stones!
Be more solid,
Ready to confront the tides
Surging
in front and behind!
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True compassion
Is at the time when depressed,
Not when joyful.
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The morning tides
Have already ebbed;
The later tides
Have their own voice.
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Mother!
My pigtail
Hanging down loosely
On your knees,
It is the countless soft hairs,
You hand down to me.
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The reigning night!
Let me, the fatigued,
Put aside my writing pen,
And come into touch you
In the tranquility
For a while.
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How intricate is the question,
My friend!
What could ornament your life?
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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.
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O! Solitude!
Countless sails of spirits
Are gliding in your softened halo.
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Father!
I want my heart
To be as irresistible and inviolable
As your side sword.
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The more the moon approaches
The heavier is the shadow on the ground.
Is life really this authentic?
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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.
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Diadem?
The temporary glory,
The permanent fetter.
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Flower whispers to an admirer,
Leave me alone,
My friend!
Let me be quiet,
And bloom,
Your appreciation is my annoyance.
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If you are bored with sitting,
Open the window and watch the sea!
Let
All sorts of emotions
Join with the ripples.
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Destiny!
Even intelligence cannot resist you.
Both life and death
Are constrained by your authority.
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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.
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My mind!
Are you my master
Or
Do I control you?
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I was aware,
Oh, time!
Were you idling away my days
Bit by bit
While I was young?
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Men break off flowers,
Inserting them into vases--
Then sigh at the empty branches
When the trees ought to yield fruit.
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Shadows fallen in the water,
Words dropped in the heart,
Are both assimilated
Without a trace.
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Isn’t it true?
A man's heart
Encases a lute
Ceaselessly plucking the same tone
Time and time again.
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Young people!
Trust yourselves!
Only you are true,
And can create yourselves.
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We are the babies born in the sea boat,
Never knowing
Where we come from
Or where we go.
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Midnight--
The universe is falling into
A sweet sleep!
Am I the only one awake,
Heroine of the dream?
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O, my brother!
Maybe I should not force you
To share my solitary hours,
While you are playing so rapturously.
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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?
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Time!
Do I presently disappoint you?
What I had discarded
Is momentary
And
What I have been seeking
Is permanent.
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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.
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O! My light!
Thanks to your sudden extinction
When I was writing,
I found time to think.
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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.
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My friend!
Take good care of yourself.
Don’t cast the pearls in your soul
Into the sea of stagnation.
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Cold, the heart;
Warm, the tear;
The heart hardens the world,
The tear softens it.
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All thoughts,
Converge!
Your core,
Your spirit
Should be my road sign.
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If young people,
Compared themselves to the old,
They’d know their vexation was mild.
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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.)
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Ancestors!
You have already fooled me,
But never guide me to hoodwink the future!
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O! Father
I love you,
Just as I love your sea.
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What is home?
I have no clue;
But
Vexation and worry
All scatter and vanish inside it.
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The pen is in my hand,
Words stay in my mind,
From the place with sheer boredom,
Come the sounds of peaceful bells
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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.
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My little hut,
With daisy growing on the thatch
There
I would feel the independence
Of the universe!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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My friends!
What is truth?
Thank you for guiding me;
But my question
Need not be answered by others.
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Roses in the sky,
Red the dream;
Pines in the sky,
Green the dream;
Words in the sky
However,
Do not color the dream.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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!
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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?
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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.
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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.
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For a delightful reflection,
My friend!
You would rather look
Into the blurred mirror
Than into Nature's clear deep pond.
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Trifling destiny
Every day consumes youth;
Destiny feels excited,
But how poor is the youth!
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Thoughts
Only wander around
In my heart.
Once I pick up the pen,
The spirit flies away.
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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--
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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.
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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.
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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!
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Daughter of wisdom!
Go forward
And face the coming impatience!
For it is about to destroy
Your life long project.
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My friend,
Never be bothered by words.
Words are created by men.
But men are created by words!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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The wise!
Phraseology is empty,
Verbalism is sham;
You need to direct your friends
To the natural way.
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Water in the sea
Cannot be warmed;
An arrogant heart
Cannot be softened
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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.
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My friends!
Farewell,
I have kept the last page,
And saved it for you!
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