Who has Tagore's Crossing? It's not the ferry. Oh, do you want a transition, you know? thank you

1 If you are busy filling bottles, come to my lake.

The lake will whisper its secrets at your feet.

There is the shadow of the coming rain cloud on the beach, and the cloud hangs on the green line of the bush, like the thick hair on your eyebrows.

I am deeply familiar with the rhythm of your footsteps, which beats in my heart.

Come on, come to my lake, if you have to fill the water bottle.

If you want to do nothing, let your water bottle float on the water, come on, come on my lake.

There are countless green wildflowers on the grass slope.

Your thoughts will fly out of your black eyes, just like birds fly out of their nests.

Your veil will fall to your feet.

Come on, if you want to do nothing, come to my lake.

If you want to jump into the water without swimming, come to my lake.

Leave your blue silk scarf on the shore; Blue water will not drown you.

The waves will tiptoe to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear.

Come on, if you want to jump into the water, come to my lake.

If you want to die crazy, come on, come to my lake.

Cold and bottomless.

It is as dark as dreamless sleep.

In its depths, night is day and songs are silence.

Come on, if you want to die, come to my lake.

I just want to stand behind the trees in the forest.

Tiredness still stays in the eyes of dawn, and tears are in the air.

The lazy breath of wet grass hangs in the mist on the ground.

Under the banyan tree, you milk with your soft hands like cream.

I stood still.

I didn't say a word. It was a bird singing in the thick leaves.

Mango trees are scattered with flowers and bees on the village road, and something will buzz.

The gate of Shiva Day Temple near the pond opened and worshippers began to sing.

You put the jar on your knee and milk it.

I stood there with an empty bucket.

I didn't come near you.

The sky woke up with the gong in the temple.

The dust in the street fluttered under the driven cow's hoof.

With bubbling water bottles slung around their waists, women came from the river.

Your bracelet jingled and the foam overflowed the edge of the jar.

The morning light is fading away, and I am not near you.

I don't know why I remember it was past noon when I walked by the roadside, and bamboo branches rustled in the wind.

Oblique shadow stretched out his arm to hold streamer's foot.

Cuckoo is tired of singing.

I don't know why I'm walking on the side of the road.

The low shade covered the hut by the water. Someone is busy at work, and her bracelet is playing music in the corner.

I stood in front of the hut. I don't know why.

The winding path passes through a mustard field and several layers of mango trees.

It passes through the village temple and the market in Watou.

I stopped in front of this hut. I don't know why.

A few years ago, on a windy day in March, Spring wearily whispered that mango flowers had fallen to the ground.

The spray jumped over the copper bottle standing on the steps of the ferry.

I don't think I know why the March wind blows on this day.

The shadow is deeper, and the ox returns to the pillar.

On the barren pasture, the sky has turned white and the villagers are waiting for the river.

I walked slowly back. I don't know why.

I run in the shade like a musk deer, and I am crazy about my fragrance.

The night is in mid-May, and the breeze is the breeze in the south.

I lost my way, I wandered around, I sought what I couldn't get, and I got what I didn't seek.

The image of my own wishes emerged from my heart and danced.

The flashing image passed by.

I want to hold it tight, avoid it and lead me away.

I pursue what I can't get, and I get what I don't pursue.

If you are busy filling water bottles, come to my lake.

The lake will whisper its secrets at your feet.

There is the shadow of the coming rain cloud on the beach, and the cloud hangs on the green line of the bush, like the thick hair on your eyebrows.

I am deeply familiar with the rhythm of your footsteps, which beats in my heart.

Come on, come to my lake, if you have to fill the water bottle.

If you want to do nothing, let your water bottle float on the water, come on, come on my lake.

There are countless green wildflowers on the grass slope.

Your thoughts will fly out of your black eyes, just like birds fly out of their nests.

Your veil will fall to your feet.

Come on, if you want to do nothing, come to my lake.

If you want to jump into the water without swimming, come to my lake.

Leave your blue silk scarf on the shore; Blue water will not drown you.

The waves will tiptoe to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear.

Come on, if you want to jump into the water, come to my lake.

If you want to die crazy, come on, come to my lake.

Cold and bottomless.

It is as dark as dreamless sleep.

In its depths, night is day and songs are silence.

Come on, if you want to die, come to my lake.

I want nothing but to stand behind the trees in the forest.

Tiredness still stays in the eyes of dawn, and tears are in the air.

The lazy breath of wet grass hangs in the mist on the ground.

Under the banyan tree, you milk with your soft hands like cream.

I stood still.

I didn't say a word. It was a bird singing in the thick leaves.

Mango trees are scattered with flowers and bees on the village road, and something will buzz.

The gate of Shiva Day Temple near the pond opened and worshippers began to sing.

You put the jar on your knee and milk it.

I stood there with an empty bucket.

I didn't come near you.

The sky woke up with the gong in the temple.

The dust in the street fluttered under the driven cow's hoof.

With bubbling water bottles slung around their waists, women came from the river.

Your bracelet jingled and the foam overflowed the edge of the jar.

The morning light is fading away, and I am not near you.

6 jasmine for the first time

Oh, these jasmine flowers, these white jasmine flowers!

I seem to remember the first time I held these jasmine flowers and these white jasmine flowers in my hand.

I love sunshine, sky and green earth;

I heard the river gurgling in the dark midnight;

The autumn sunset greeted me in the corner of Kaminoji, which was a wasteland, just like a bride lifting her veil to meet her lover.

But I think of the white jasmine I first held in my hand when I was a child, and my heart is full of sweet memories.

I have had many happy days in my life. I was amused by these jokes on the night of the holiday banquet.

On a gloomy rainy morning, I sang many elegant poems.

I wear a drunken wreath woven by my lover as an evening dress around my neck.

But I think of the white jasmine I first held in my hand when I was a child, and my heart is full of sweet memories.

7 "I accept everything from your generous hand. I want nothing more. "

"Yes, yes, I know you are a humble beggar. You are begging for everything from a person. "

"You give me a residual flower, and I will wear it in my heart."

"What if there are thorns on the flowers?"

I just put up with it. "

"Yes, yes, I know you are a humble beggar. You are begging for everything from a person. "

"If you only look at me, you will make my life sweet to death."

"What if it's just a cruel wink?"

"I want it to pierce my heart forever."

"Yes, yes, I know you are a humble beggar. You are begging for everything from a person. "

Your questioning eyes are sad. I want to know what I mean, just like the moon exploring the sea.

I have exposed my whole life to your eyes without any secrets or reservations. So you don't know me.

If it is a gem, I can break it into thousands of particles and wear it around your neck as a necklace.

If it is a round, small and fragrant flower, I can pick it from the branch and hide it in your hair.

But this is a heart, dear. Where are its sides and bottom?

You don't know the edge of this kingdom, but you are still the queen of this kingdom.

If this is a happy moment, it will bloom in laughter and you will see it immediately.

If it is a kind of pain, it will melt into crystal tears, silently reflecting its deepest secrets.

But it is a lover who loves me.

Its joys and pains are endless, and its needs and wealth are endless.

It is as close to you as your life, but you can never fully understand it.

Talk to me, I like it! Tell me what you are singing in words.

You are a cloud, floating in my dream sky.

I will always describe you with my desire for love.

You are my, my, the dweller of my endless dreams!

Your feet are flushed with the hot light I long for, my collector of sunset songs!

My wine of pain makes your lips bitter and sweet.

You are mine, mine, the dweller in my lonely dream!

I dyed your eyes with warm shadows; I stare at the deep soul!

I caught you and entangled you in my music, my love.

You are mine, mine, my dream lover forever!

Tell me if all this is true. My love, tell me if this is true.

When these eyes flashed by, the thick clouds in your chest gave a stormy answer.

Is my lips really as sweet as the bud of awakened first love?

Will the lost memories still haunt my limbs?

The earth is like a piano. Does it really vibrate into poetry because of the touch of my feet?

So when I came, did the dew really fall from the eyes of the night, and was the morning light really happy because it surrounded my body?

Is it true?/You don't say. Is it true?/You don't say. Did your love travel many times and many worlds to find me?

When you finally found me, did your eternal longing find complete peace in my gentle words, in my eyes, in my lips and in my fluttering hair?

Is that infinite mystery really written on my little forehead?

Tell me, my love, if all this is true.

I love you, my love. Please forgive my love.

Like a lost bird, I was caught.

When my heart trembled, it lost its veil and became naked. Cover it up with pity. Dear, please forgive my love.

If you can't love me, lover, please forgive my pain.

Don't squint at me from a distance.

I'll sneak back to my corner and sit in the dark.

I will cover my naked shame with my hands.

Go back, my love, please forgive my pain.

If you love me, lover, please forgive my happiness.

When my heart is swept away by the torrent of happiness, don't laugh at my surging retreat.

When I sit on the throne and rule you with my tyrannical love, when I show you kindness like a goddess, forgive my pride, my lover and my joy.

12 Don't leave without saying goodbye, I like it.

After shopping all night, I look sleepy now.

I am afraid I lost you in my sleep.

Don't leave without saying goodbye. I like it.

I started up and reached out to touch you. I asked myself:

"Is this a dream?"

I wish I could tie your feet with my heart and hold them tightly to my chest!

Don't leave without saying goodbye. I like it.

13 I'm afraid I recognize you too easily. You are playing a trick on me.

You blinded my eyes with laughter and covered your tears.

I know, I know your brilliant plan,

You never say what you want to say.

I'm afraid I don't cherish you. You try your best to avoid me.

I'm afraid I'll mix you with everyone and you'll be alone.

I know, I know your brilliant plan,

You will never go the way you want to go.

You ask more questions than others, so you are silent.

You laughed by accident and avoided my present.

I know, I know your brilliant plan,

You never accept what you want to accept.

14 He whispered, "I love you. Raise your eyes."

I gave him a good scolding and said, "Get out!" But he didn't move.

He stood in front of me and took my hand. I said, "Leave me alone!" But he didn't go.

He put his face close to my ear. I stared at him and said, "shameless!" But he didn't move.

His lips touched my cheek. I trembled and said, "Don't you dare!" But he is not afraid of ugliness.

He stuck a flower in my hair. I said, "It's no use!" But he stood still.

He took off the wreath around my neck and walked away. I cried and asked my heart, "Why didn't he come back?" "

15 "Beauty, would you like to hang your wreath around my neck?"

"But you know, the wreath I made is for everyone, for those who happen to catch a glimpse, for those who live in undeveloped land, and for those who live in the poet's songs.

It's too late to ask for my heart as a gift.

There was a time when my life was like a bud, and all its fragrance was stored in the flower heart.

Now it has spread far and wide.

Who knows what spell can be collected and closed?

My heart doesn't allow me to give it to only one person, but to many people. "

16 I love it. Once upon a time, your poet threw a great epic into his heart.

Oh, I was careless. It hit your jingling anklet and caused sadness.

It broke into pieces of poetry and scattered at your feet.

All the things I carried in the ancient war were shocked by the waves of laughter and sunk by tears.

You must turn this loss into my gain, and I like it.

If all my hopes of being immortal after my death are dashed, let me be immortal before my death.

I won't feel sorry for this loss, and I won't blame you.

I was knitting a wreath all morning, but the flowers slipped away.

You sat there and looked at me secretly out of the corner of your eye.

Ask these naughty black eyes whose fault it is.

I want to sing a song, but I can't.

A snigger quivers on your lips; You ask it why I failed.

Let your smiling lips swear how my song disappeared in silence, like a bee intoxicated in the lotus.

It's night. The petals should be closed.

Allow me to sit next to you and allow my lips to do the work that can be done in silence and in the twilight of the stars.

When I came to say goodbye to you, there was a suspicious smile in your eyes.

I've done this too many times. You think I'll be back soon.

To tell the truth, I have the same doubts in my heart.

Because spring comes back every year; Farewell to the full moon and visit again. Flowers come back every year, blushing on the branches, and they are very fat. I say goodbye to you just to get back to you.

But keep this illusion for a while and don't drive it away coldly and rudely.

When I say that I will leave you forever, accept it as a fact and let the mist of tears temporarily deepen the shadow around your eyes.

When I come again, you can laugh as much as you want.

19 I want to tell you my deepest words, but I dare not, for fear that you will laugh.

So I laughed at myself and broke my secret in a joke.

I spoke out my pain easily, because I was afraid you would do it.

I want to tell you the truest thing I want to say, but I dare not, for fear that you won't believe me.

So I pretended to say the opposite of what I really meant.

I made my pain ridiculous because I was afraid you would do it.

I want to use precious nouns to describe you, but I dare not. I'm afraid I can't get a fair reward.

So I gave you a harsh name and boasted about my hard bones.

I hurt you because I was afraid that you would never know my pain.

I long to sit quietly beside you, but I dare not, for fear that my heart will jump on my lips.

So it's easy for me to talk about things and hide my heart behind words.

I treated my pain rudely because I was afraid you would do it.

I am eager to walk away from you, I dare not, for fear that you will see my cowardice.

So I held my head high and casually walked up to you.

The stimulation of your eyes keeps my pain fresh forever.

No, my friend, I will never become an ascetic, no matter what you say.

If she doesn't join me, I will never become an ascetic.

This is my firm determination. If I can't find a shady place to live and a penitent partner, I will never become an ascetic.

No, my friend, I will never leave my fire and home and hide in the depths of the forest.

If there is no echo of laughter in the shade; If there is no golden dress fluttering in the wind;

If its tranquility is not deepened by gentle whispers.

I will never become an ascetic.

2 1 For those guests who insist on leaving, please ask God to help them go quickly and sweep away their footprints.

Hold a comfortable, simple and intimate smile in your arms.

Today is the Phantom Festival, and they don't know when they will die.

Let your laughter be just meaningless happiness, like a flash on the waves.

Let your life dance gently on the edge of time, like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Play an uncertain temporary tone on your strings.

You left me. You left by yourself.

I think I will feel sorry for you. I will use Jin Shi to cast your lonely image and support it in my heart.

However, how bad my luck is and how short my time is.

Youth is getting weaker every year; Spring is temporary; Weak flowers wither meaningless, and the wise warned me that life is just a dewdrop on the lotus leaf.

Can I ignore all this and just stare at the man with his back to me?

This will be useless and stupid, because time is too short.

Then, come, my footsteps on rainy nights; Smile, my golden autumn; Come on, carefree April, throw away your kiss.

There you are, and you, and you!

My love, you know we are all mortal. Is it wise to break your heart for someone who has taken back his heart? Because time is pressing.

How sweet it is to sit in the corner and meditate and write down you in My World rhythmically.

It is a hero to hold on to his sadness and get comfort from others.

But a new face, peeping outside my door, raised his eyes and looked into mine.

I can only dry my tears and change the tone of the song.

Because time is pressing.

If you want to do this, I won't sing.

If it makes your heart tremble, I will take my eyes off your face.

If you jump up suddenly when you walk, I will avoid taking another road.

If you disturb you while knitting garlands, I will avoid your lonely garden.

If I caused a sensation, I wouldn't row a boat by your river.

24 toys

Boy, you are so happy. You've been sitting in the dirt all morning playing with broken branches.

I watched you play with that broken branch with a smile.

I am busy doing accounts hour by hour, adding figures there.

Maybe you are looking at me and thinking, "This boring game wasted your good time in the morning!" " "

Boy, I forgot how to concentrate on playing with branches and mud cakes.

I'm looking for expensive toys to collect gold and silver.

What about you? Whatever you find, play your happy game. I waste my time and energy on things I'll never get.

I struggled to sail a thin wooden boat across the sea of desire, forgetting that I was playing games there.

25 golden flowers

If I become a golden flower, just for fun, I will grow on the high branches of that tree, sway in the wind and dance on the new leaves. Mom, will you know me?

If you yell, "Where are you, son?" "I secretly hide there smiling without a word.

I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.

When you walk through the tree-lined golden flowers with wet hair after bathing and go to the yard where you pray, you will smell the flowers, but you don't know it comes from me.

When you have lunch, sit at the window and read & gt When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees, I will cast my little shadow on your page, where you read.

But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?

When you go to the cowshed with a lamp at dusk, I will suddenly fall to the ground and become your child again. Please tell me a story.

"Where have you been, you bad boy?"

"I won't tell your mother." That's what you and I were trying to say.

26 jasmine for the first time

Oh, these jasmine flowers, these white jasmine flowers!

I seem to remember the first time I held these jasmine flowers and these white jasmine flowers in my hand.

I love sunshine, sky and green earth;

I heard the river gurgling in the dark midnight;

The autumn sunset greeted me in the corner of Kaminoji, which was a wasteland, just like a bride lifting her veil to meet her lover.

But I think of the white jasmine I first held in my hand when I was a child, and my heart is full of sweet memories.

I have had many happy days in my life. I was amused by these jokes on the night of the holiday banquet.

On a gloomy rainy morning, I sang many elegant poems.

I wear a drunken wreath woven by my lover as an evening dress around my neck.

But I think of the white jasmine I first held in my hand when I was a child, and my heart is full of sweet memories.

In the distant afterlife

When we walk in the sun

If we can meet unexpectedly

I think I will stop in infinite surprise.

I will see it in those black eyes.

At that time, they have become morning stars; But I also feel that these eyes once belonged to the night sky of a past life that was ignored by memory.

I will suddenly see the charm on your face.

This is not entirely your own glory.

In an unforgettable meeting

It stole the warm light from my eyes.

Then I found the mysterious holy light from my lover. Where this holy light came from has been forgotten by you.

Please put down your pipa.

my love

Let your soft arms hug me freely.

Let your touch

Lead my overflowing heart to the edge of my body.

Please don't lower your head.

Don't look away.

Please give me a kiss.

A fragrant kiss is like a flower in bud.

Please don't suffocate this moment with superfluous words; Let our hearts tremble in the silent undercurrent

Incorporate all our thoughts into infinite joy.

29 cup-shaped flowers

A mosaic in front of me is a delicate flower as light as grass green and purple.

When I asked the name of this flower, I didn't get an answer.

It is a member of the cosmologist family, which contains countless unknown stars and other unknown stars.

I named it "Cup Flower" in the secret private knowledge base.

Also invited to sit in the garden are Tianzhu Peony, Evening Sakura and Marigold.

It enjoys the freedom of not being scrutinized and monitored. It is a wandering monk who is divorced from society and does not wear the shackles of caste.

The "cup flower" looked at the withered wind and never sent the withered sound to the ear again.

Molecular-dense moments formed its horoscope, and the honey in its chest condensed into particles.

In a short time, it has a complete journey, and its single image reflects the history of the sun relaxing the petals of the flame.

The god of the festival described its life experience in a corner of a small leaf with very fine brushwork.

At the same time, it reveals the magnificent course without turning from one page to another. The water of the century is like the long wave of syllables.

Wang Yang is full of ups and downs. The conflict created in the long river of years tempered this little flower's initial belief.

For hundreds of millions of years, the original belief of "flower in a cup" has become novel and vivid, and its final image has not yet been revealed.

What kind of invisible meditation does its invisible belief exist in? Invisible scenes are full of infinite imagination, and I also record the past and future history of everyone.

Green leaves of 30 hearts

The green leaves of countless invisible hearts stretch around me for thousands of years.

I am attached to these trees. They are long-lasting almsgiving monks who are eager for sunshine. Every day, they scoop out the sweet juice of light from the sky and inject the stored invisible and unburned flame into the deepest bone marrow of life. From flowers to birdsong, from lovers' lingering, from affectionate commitment, from tears to dedication, pure and fragrant beauty can be extracted.

Many forgotten or remembered beauties have left a real taste of "immortality" in my veins.

The storm of bitterness and joy caused by various conflicts has shaken my emotional leaves, added intense joy and trembling, brought humiliation, and rebuked the anxiety, embarrassment, pollution and protest under the heavy pressure of life.

The strange movement of right and wrong is surging with the waves of spiritual interests, and passion sends all greedy ideas into the temple of sacrifice.

The whisper of green leaves that can be felt but not seen through the ages makes my lucid dream disappear in the sky circled by the eagle. In the noon leisure when bees are buzzing, tears for you shakes hands with each other, leaving sympathy in the shade and silently touching the lovers sitting. They gently touch the sari edge on the undulating and soft chest of lovers lying in bed.