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The faint light of life

Flashing in the dark

My imagination is a group of flying fireflies.

The spark of life is surging.

Blink in the dark, jump

two

The sound of violets by the roadside,

Without causing a careless glance,

Whispering in these rambling poems.

The whispers of violets

Failing to attract the casual eyes of passers-by

Whispering alone between scattered lines of poetry

three

In the dark cave of sleepy mind

Dream of building a nest with debris

Fall from a caravan during the day

In this sleepy, gloomy heart

Dream of picking up the fragments left by the walkers in the scorching sun.

Casting heaven

four

Spreading petals in spring

Not for the fruits of the future,

But because of a whim

Sprinkle petals in spring

Not for the fruit of autumn.

But the fantasy of this moment.

five

Happiness liberated from the bondage of the earth.

sleep

Rushing into countless leaves,

Dancing in the air all day.

Joy is released from the sweet dream of the earth.

Rush into the thick leaves

Flying in the air, for the happiness of this day.

six

My words are slight.

You can dance gently on the waves of time

When my works are full of imports

It has dropped.

When my verse

When lost in thought

My whisper

But dancing to the music of time.

seven

The underground moth of the mind

Grow thin wings

Take a farewell flight

In the sunset sky

Moth in my heart

Grow light wings

In the sky full of sunset clouds

Farewell to flying

eight

Butterflies count not months, but months.

a short while

And have enough time.

butterfly

A moment's life

But it has eternal beauty.

nine

My thoughts are like sparks, riding on winged surprises,

With a single laugh.

The tree gazed lovingly at its beautiful shadow.

However, it will never understand.

My thoughts are like sparks,

In the frightened vibration of wings,

Send a simple smile.

The trees gazed longingly at their beautiful images,

But it can only look at it forever.

ten

Let my love surround you like sunshine and give it to you.

You light up freedom.

Let my love surround you forever.

Like the light of the sun

Bring you gorgeous freedom

eleven

Days are floating colored bubbles.

The surface of unfathomable night.

The daytime is full of colorful bubbles.

Floating on the surface of a deep and unpredictable night

twelve

My offering is too timid to ask you.

Memory, so you may remember.

They ...

I am ashamed to give.

Can't long for your commemoration

But you went to commemorate it.

thirteen

If my name is a burden, cross it out of the gift.

But please keep my song.

If this gift becomes a burden

Then ignore my name

Leave my happy song.

fourteen

April, like a child, writes hieroglyphics on the dust.

Take flowers, erase them, and then forget.

April is like a child.

Write naive symbols on the dust with petals.

Wipe it off again and you'll forget it in an instant.

fifteen

Memory, priestess, kill now.

Dedicate its heart to the dead past.

Remember this priestess?

Now slaughter

Give its heart to the dead.

The lost altar

sixteen

From the solemn temple

The children ran out and sat in the dust,

God watched them play and forgot.

Pastor.

The children ran out of the solemn and dark temple.

Sitting in the dust

God watched them frolicking in a daze.

I forgot there was an abbot in the temple.

seventeen

My mind suddenly flashed.

Its thoughts flow like a stream.

A sudden flow of notes

Never repeat.

My heart is in the waves of thoughts.

Trembling with agility

Like a stream

Because of his sudden flow

Non-repeating notes

sing

eighteen

In the mountains, silence rushes in

Explore your own height; In the lake,

The movement is still, sit tight.

Their own depth.

Distant mountains surge in silence.

Look at your height

The lake is still flowing.

Think about its own depth.

nineteen

A kiss on the earth on the night of parting

Eyes closed in the morning shine in the sun.

Down star.

Dying night

A kiss with eyes closed at dawn

The drunken star flashed instantly.

twenty

Girl, your beauty is like a fruit.

Immature, nervous and unyielding secret.

Ah girl

Your beauty

Like a red apple.

With countless secrets

And shy.

twenty-one

The sadness of losing memory is like

Silent dark moment, no birds singing, but

Only the chirp of crickets.

The sadness of losing memory

Like a melancholy and silent lamp

No birds singing.

Leaving only the chirping of crickets.

Twenty Two

Paranoia tries to hold the truth safely in its hands.

Kill it with one hand.

Hope to cheer up a timid lamp. Great night.

Light all her stars.

Paranoia and delusion always hold the truth.

But it's submerged in a clenched hand.

May hope inspire a shy lamp.

Let the great night sky light up the stars all over the sky

twenty-three

Although he holds the bride of the earth in his arms,

The sky is always far away.

Although the sky holds the bride of the earth in her arms

But the distance is always so far away

twenty-four

God looks for comrades and claims love, and the devil looks for them.

Slaves and demand obedience.

The devil looks for slaves and demands obedience.

And God looks for a partner and asks for love.

twenty-five

In return for her service, the soil kept the trees.

Bound to her, the sky asks nothing and sets it free.

The land clings to the trees.

In return for her "nurturing"

The sky wants nothing.

Release it and set it free.

twenty-six

Immortal jewelry

Not boasting about its years.

But its bright spot.

Instantly. ?

Immortal as a gem

Don't show off its long history,

But his flash in time?

twenty-seven

The child has been living in mystery.

Eternal time,

Not covered by the dust of history. ?

Children always live in the eternal mystery of time.

Has not been shrouded in the dust of history?

28

Light laughter in the footsteps of creation

Take it quickly through time. ?

Smile gently in the footsteps of the creator

Hurry up and catch it.

Crossing the river of time?

Twenty-nine

A distant man approached me.

In the morning,

When night falls, it is closer to me. ?

He is the farthest in the world.

Come near me in the morning.

When the night swept him away

He's closer to me?

thirty

White and pink oleanders meet.

Have fun in different dialects. ?

The accidental meeting of pink and white oleander

Speaking their respective dialects.

Play with each other

Thirty-one

When peace actively sweeps away its dirt, it is a storm.

When cleaning the dust quietly and actively

That's a storm

Thirty two

The lake lay quietly by the hill, pleading with tears.

Love is at the foot of rigidity.

The lake is still low in the mountain.

Like a passionate poet

Write down the rhythm of this love with tears.

thirty-three

The sacred child smiled in his toy.

Meaningless clouds and transient light and shadow.

children

In a meaningless cloud

And fleeting light and shadow.

Smile like God.

Thirty four

The breeze whispers to the lotus, "What's your secret?"

"It's myself," said Lotus. "Steal it and I'll disappear!"

The breeze gently touched the lotus.

"What's your secret?"

Lian Dao: "It's me."

"You want to steal it. I will walk away. "

Thirty-five

The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the trunk

Dancing in the swaying branches.

The freedom of the storm and

The bondage of the trunk

In the dance of swaying branches

Holding hands with each other

Thirty-six years old

Jasmine's love for the sun is like this

Her flowers.

Jasmine's wavering love for the sun

It's her petals.

Thirty seven

The tyrant declared freedom to stifle it.

But you took it for yourself.

Autocratic tyrant

Asking for freedom to stifle freedom,

But he still wants to be free, just for himself.

Thirty eight

God, tired of their paradise, everyone.

God is tired of their paradise,

Began to envy mankind.

39 years old

Clouds are mountains in water vapor, and mountains are clouds.

In the stone, the fantasy in the dream of time.

Clouds are misty mountains,

Mountains are drunken clouds.

This is a fantasy in the dream of time.

forty

While God is waiting to build his temple.

Love, men bring stones.

God is waiting to cast his temple with love,

People bring stones.

Forty-one

I touch God in my songs, just like a mountain.

The sea with waterfalls in the distance.

When mountains and waterfalls touch the sea

I shocked God with my songs.

Forty two.

Light found the treasure of her color through sunlight.

The confrontation of clouds.

Light passes through the confrontation with clouds.

Found her colorful treasure.

Forty three

My heart smiles at its past night today.

Tears shine like wet trees in the sun.

After the rain stopped.

My heart cried last night.

Smile today

Like a wet tree after the rain.

Shining in the sun.

44,

I thanked those who made me

Life is fruitful, but I can't remember it.

Keep it green grass.

I thank the trees.

Make my life fruitful,

But I forgot.

Grass that makes my life flourish forever.

Forty-five

No, the second one is empty, and the other one is empty

One to make it come true.

Uniqueness is empty,

Only the second makes it rich.

Forty-six

The mistakes of life call for the beauty of kindness.

Can turn their isolation into harmony

With the whole.

Many mistakes in life

Tears seek the beauty of tolerance.

Adjust their isolation

Enter the harmony of the whole.

Forty seven

They thanked the exiled nest because

Their cages are both beautiful and safe.

They expect to thank the abandoned comfort zone.

Safe because of their cage, Shu Ya.

Forty-eight

In love, I pay you back my endless debts, for what?

You are.

Whatever you are, I'm in love,

Give you endless debts.

Forty nine

The pond sends out its lyrics from the darkness.

Lily, said the sun, they are very good.

Among the lilies,

Pond in the dark

Recite its poems.

The sun said.

They are very nice.

fifty

Your slander on the great man is ungodly's, and it

Hurt yourself; It's meam compared to small,

Because it hurts the victim.

You don't respect great slander.

It hurts itself;

Your slander on smallness is despicable.

Because you hurt the victim.