THE COLLECTION OF THOUGHTS -- Liao Shutao
1
Clouds rolling in the air, swirling thunderous steps, passing away from the sky,
the sudden torrential rain gradually turned into a gentle drizzle, floating in the Spring of the new wilderness;
timid birds no longer make noises and fly back to the nests between the branches;
in silence, Spring rain washes the soul over and over again.
until the true form is revealed.
2
When we set off to travel, there is naturally a road to carry on the footprints of our lives, in the dimension of the years, to the distant horizon;
children, please don't cry, never lose the courage in life.
even in the jungle of thorns, the message of Spring is still hidden.
don't be scared when the sky is tilting down.
please be full of passion in your life, embrace it tightly, and merge in the vast immensity.
3
When the darkness comes, don't greet it with evil desires, only the power of light can melt its body with poisonous juice.
whenever a painful moth invades your heart, fill it with bright thoughts;
let the cup of your heart fill with the beauty and kindness of sweet liquid, overflowing in the years,
let the flower of life bloom in its eternal pouring.
4
If the sky suddenly darkens, it is because the heart has lost its brilliance;
if the heart suddenly darkens, it is because the emotion has lost its brilliance;
if the emotion suddenly darkens, it is because the thought has lost its brilliance;
if the thought suddenly darkens, it is because the beauty has lost its brilliance.
5
When a roadside beggar looks at you with hungry eyes,
please fill it with kindness,
and your life will surely shine with the brilliance of human nature in the fluid of love.
6
Travelers from afar, please stop your tiring steps for a while.
let the peaceful sleep tonight, smooth your sorrow of past years,
return back to the hometown of your soul in the dream.
7
Don't regret or sigh for the past years.
for the past faults,
it’s those imperfect sorrows, joys, departures and get togethers,
define the true meaning of life.
8
When the uncontrollable desires try to capture you, don’t follow it.
only in the true nature of a pure soul can we obtain happiness and peace of mind.
9
A rotten and ugly soul, even with the decoration of gold and silver can not make it beautiful,
famous brand does not make the wearer become a famous brand, make a despicable person noble.
but it can reflect the vanity and shallowness of one's ignorance,
when decorating your appearance,
don't forget the soul also needs beautiful colors.
you can't take yourself as a walking dead.
10
God of eternal life, master of destiny,
it is you let me bathe in the precious liquid of kindness,
keep my body and soul in a pure color,
toward the end of life;
because I know it is the blessing of truth and kindness, giving me the power of all actions in this life, singing for the everlasting beauty of this world;
as if the rainbow in the sky which is not eternal, and it doesn’t have anything,
temporarily and brilliantly illuminates the sky, makes it full of glory.
11
Just like a stream with twists and turns,
just like the change of the sky with thunderstorms, rain, wind and snow,
just like the difference of the moon with the gray, bright, full and the incomplete,
just like the switch of four seasons with Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter,
the joys and sorrows in life
since ancient times, which have been inevitable,
sitting down to view the world, holding with simplicity, guarding the truth,
to be at home with all kinds of overflows,
in the shift of the world as well as the universe,
presenting the peace of self-sufficiency.
12
When the God of wind is blowing,
I believe that life is blessed.
its gentle touch spreads through every corner of the world, soothing all things,
no matter how noble and low, no matter how beautiful and ugly,
chanting on the earth with compassion;
when life is blessed,
I am willing to offer it a eulogy,
for its kindness, for its universal fraternity.
13
Hard laborers,
in the rain of sweat,
please proudly raise your head,
accept my highest praise and respect,
only you
are the true creators of this world and history,
not those who are powerful and Influential;
in your ubiquitous work,
the earth and the sky are replaced by brilliant existence,
extending to the distant future,
the lofty humanity and touching beauty of this world,
appeared by you.
14
Never belittle yourself,
you have all wisdom, all dignity as a person,
when you walk wholeheartedly
in the journey of love,
your world will be changed accordingly.
15
The master of life, God of destiny,
I am willing to be in this life,
always keep my soul as pure as a child
it’s your sacred and compassionate touch,
throughout my vulgar body,
it's your thought of love,
drives away all evil desires and ugliness,
ignites the fire of reasoning to the truth in my heart,
gives me all the power to act in this life.
16
I saw you alone in the night,
I saw you alone in loneliness,
I saw you staying in the empty house.
the joy of the past has gone,
I can only leave it in my heart!
how much I hope
the sunshine of life
permanently illuminates the porch of your heart;
I want to tell you,
but language is stuck in the mouth,
lost its original meaning,
left
only a forever hope.
17
Death, you have such a mysterious color in my heart,
I have imagined the end of my life thousands of times.
you like a lover who has never met, let me look forward to it,
perhaps her beauty has a very fascinating brilliance that keeps me away from the sorrows of the world, and without any painful memory.
maybe her world is comfortable, let my mind bathe in the eternal silence;
maybe there, suffering has nowhere to live, people can get what they need without any effort;
maybe there, I will reunite with the ones I truly loved, and live together forever.
however, I equally have deep fear from you,
I am afraid that when I see you, your face may be very ugly even with viciousness.
Death, you have such a mysterious color in my heart！
18
A torrential rain fell from the sky, poured with the anger that had been suppressed for a long time,
raindrops are jumping on the ground, running and cheering;
rapid rain rushes through and cleans the dirt of the world,
tomorrow, just to tomorrow, it will return a fresh and bright dawn back to me.
19
I saw the color of paradise from your face.
your smile is like a cloud that has floated in the sky.
when you bend down to kiss a newborn baby,
from your tender figure, I feel the hope of life.
20
I am going to do that love cause alone,
being immersed in the spirit of human care,
cultivating the world of mutual love in blue civilization with universal fraternity,
I harvest kindness and humanity;
in the distant future,
if someone mentions me occasionally, saying:
"This is a humanist, he has been walking on the road of deep love throughout his life and has suffered for it."
that would be my best epitaph.
21
Floating from one city to another,
wandering from one village to another,
I look at the clouds in the sky, watching them fade away,
listen to the seductive echoes in the depths of the ocean, the sighs of the tides;
years, I can't keep your rushing steps.
how many joys and sorrows, departures and get togethers, rigorously cleanse the heart continuously,
I will keep going on.
in this world
the history of beauty.
22
I am not envious of luscious clothing and delicious food, if it is tied with ignorant greed;
I won't go to a luxurious feast if it has to be accompanied by boring words;
I refuse to attend such a party, if everyone has a mask;
because I know that the brilliance of human nature is only presented in the true simplicity.
23
The sunset glow gradually drifts away from the city, and the sea surface reflecting the afterglow,
in the depths of the night, gentle breezes kiss the earth,
silent birds have long curled up in the nests, accompanied by the fragrance of purple gold flowers;
footsteps break down the dense darkness,
I am walking alone, in the direction of my home,
at this moment, just in the deep night.
24
I look at your eyes,
the transparent pupils,
reflecting the pure soul, away from the dust,
then, rise the echoes of heaven in the ear.
touching the wide ripples in the heart.
25
The clock ringing in the phone woke me up from a drowsy dream.
meanwhile, I was busy in another world, at an unnamed lodge;
it’s time to get up, you, this lonely traveler!
but before leaving home,
don't forget to bring love and beauty that belong to this day.
26
Train wheels turn rapidly, memory falls like pieces of debris, decomposed by the vast void;
in the twinkling of an eye, how many joys and sorrows, bitterness and sadness,
have been ruthlessly cut in the hands of the years, stored in different corners of the heart;
after the severe cold, it must be a splendid Spring.
27
As a dust, floating in the vast universe,
you, the earth which is attached with countless lives,
small and large, varying between sizes,
the sky is great, the land is great, human is great, humanistic spirit is great.
28
I am not afraid of death,
but I am worried about a meaningful life.
29
I am watching the rolling red dust in the surging world;
I am experiencing the ruthless passage of time, the sorrows of life and death;
I witness the cycle of living and passing, that frangibility of possession;
I laugh at the arrogance of the rich and the despicable waste of money;
I sigh on the hardships of people, the wretched pain on the earth,
I pray sincerely for the coming of a beautiful world.
30
The sky can be burned,
the earth can be melted,
the mountain can be broken down,
the river can be dried up,
the water in the sea can be evaporated,
people, can't have no love.
31
When I reach the destination, which does not have the meaning that it is desired;
when I hold the fruit in my arms, I feel that it is so barren,
as if a stream in the forest, its beauty, its meaning of existence, is in its uninterrupted flow.
32
I put love on the road, but I am afraid that it will be trampled by passers-by;
I hide love in the woods, but I worry that it will get lost in the wilderness;
I put love into the water, but I can't afford it to be melted;
I spill love up to the sky, but it will be difficult to trace it,
so, I bury it deeply in my heart, always with me, and the footprints that keep moving forward.
33
Beautiful sunshine, I am willing to follow your magical footprints.
sprinkle the seeds of hope and love on the earth,
sometimes, in the quiet morning, you come silently,
hang yourself on the porch of a sad person,
when his bitter eyes see you,
in an instant, there is a moving smile.
34
When you feel happy, please give your own words of blessing,
for your existence, for your possession, you are the spirit of all things;
when you feel pain, don't worry, just cry out wholeheartedly,
no one can laugh at the mourning of a true soul;
the only thing that can't be done is to put yourself in a cage and lose your free breathing.
35
I can walk in the deficiency of material,
but I can't travel in an absence of spirit;
I can live without decoration of any flowers,
but I can't be accompanied without a little laughter;
I can live a simple quiet life,
but I can't live without the emotion of love;
I can be empty in my body,
but I can't be barren in my own wisdom;
I can have no life,
but I can't have no soul.
36
Gusts of wind burst, leaves fall wildly,
frightened birds screaming across streets and hurriedly searching for places to stay,
a strand of light in the distance, heavily lifting up the thick clouds,
reflecting the silhouette of urban houses,
in an instant, heavy rain falls from the sky,
with its unprecedented madness and passion, jumping, running, cheering,
It is time to clean the filth of the world.
37
I look at your yellow face,
I look at your white face,
I look at your black face,
I look at your brown face,
I look at your red face,
through the distances of strangeness, fear, rejection, and hatred, have been passing through long and dark years,
because of the coming of kindness, it melts the differences among all eyes,
making that gaze into a journey of tolerance,
and brings a feeling of love,
combining together, without dividing each other.
38
When the desired seeds cannot grow like a wish,
don't force it to grow, contrary to its original nature,
life, like the flowing water in nature, sometimes stagnates, sometimes bends, sometimes slowly swims, sometimes rushes down,
living within your true nature, you can be quiet, you can be comfortable, you can be full of passion, you can be as peaceful as water, you can be full of precious friends, you can be alone for self cultivating,
everything is in the rhythm of nature, to embrace the simplicity of self-sufficiency.
39
When I heard the screaming rain outside the window,
I thought it was the sound of the tears of God
falling from the sky,
I don't know what it tells,
but in the depths of my heart, it stirs up layers of ripples.
40
A green leaf growing on the rattan in the backyard,
it doesn't need to touch the sky,
only joyful for the existence of its own life.
41
Waiting is a constant correction,
waiting is a growing wisdom of the years,
waiting is a daily quest about yourself.
waiting is an inevitable voyage to the heart,
waiting is a fate of one's life,
life can't be without waiting.
know how to wait, face up to the ups and downs in life,
in a light attitude, to harvest the mysterious answers to fate.
42
Only in the heart full of kindness and love
life shall have light,
only in the living full of kindness and love
life shall have color,
the chaotic existence, because of kindness and love,
has its soul,
a tragic world, because of kindness and love,
has its future.
43
Before the fall, I have broadcast the seeds of love to the territory of the heart.
growing in the palace of soul,
with the changes of the four seasons,
playing the love musicals for me around the clock,
through the cities and the countryside,
at every dawn, dusk and night,
in the bleak chill in autumn,
narrating to me.
44
I will decorate the flowers of mercy in the palace of my soul.
work for it, bless it, pray for it, wait for it.
45
I give mercy to you to exchange mercy,
I give love to you to exchange love,
I give tolerance to you to exchange tolerance,
I give understanding to you to exchange understanding,
I give goodness to you to exchange goodness;
however, I never give interest to you in exchange of interest.
46
Please ignite a lantern for me in the dark.
to chase dreams,
please ignite a lantern for me in a dream.
to have a bright light,
not lost
in this long journey of life,
stay away from darkness and ugliness, on the voyage of truth and beauty.
47
Drizzling morning,
I was waiting in the flower-scented garden, under the shadows of trees,
with the playfulness and laughter of little children,
at that moment, the messenger in the distance brought me good news.
connecting the East and the West, five hundred years of history together.
48
You can chase your dreams, in the spiritual world,
in the loss of years, to retain the trajectory of life,
you can be sad, you can sigh,
you can be passionate and you can swim in the sky.
like flowers, opening at the right time, withering at the right moment,
in such a process
embrace life with all your heart.
49
When the waves beat the reef, the sentient beings have rested in the cradle of the earth.
the sunset wipes away the golden glow of the day, bringing a night with peace of mind.
let the dream filter out the fatigue in life, the sorrow in the world,
returning to the hometown of the beauty of life.
50
Earth, I am your son,
land, you are my return,
having between the gains and losses,
what is harvested is a true feeling.
Clouds rolling in the air, swirling thunderous steps, passing away from the sky,
the sudden torrential rain gradually turned into a gentle drizzle, floating in the Spring of the new wilderness;
timid birds no longer make noises and fly back to the nests between the branches;
in silence, Spring rain washes the soul over and over again.
until the true form is revealed.
2
When we set off to travel, there is naturally a road to carry on the footprints of our lives, in the dimension of the years, to the distant horizon;
children, please don't cry, never lose the courage in life.
even in the jungle of thorns, the message of Spring is still hidden.
don't be scared when the sky is tilting down.
please be full of passion in your life, embrace it tightly, and merge in the vast immensity.
3
When the darkness comes, don't greet it with evil desires, only the power of light can melt its body with poisonous juice.
whenever a painful moth invades your heart, fill it with bright thoughts;
let the cup of your heart fill with the beauty and kindness of sweet liquid, overflowing in the years,
let the flower of life bloom in its eternal pouring.
4
If the sky suddenly darkens, it is because the heart has lost its brilliance;
if the heart suddenly darkens, it is because the emotion has lost its brilliance;
if the emotion suddenly darkens, it is because the thought has lost its brilliance;
if the thought suddenly darkens, it is because the beauty has lost its brilliance.
5
When a roadside beggar looks at you with hungry eyes,
please fill it with kindness,
and your life will surely shine with the brilliance of human nature in the fluid of love.
6
Travelers from afar, please stop your tiring steps for a while.
let the peaceful sleep tonight, smooth your sorrow of past years,
return back to the hometown of your soul in the dream.
7
Don't regret or sigh for the past years.
for the past faults,
it’s those imperfect sorrows, joys, departures and get togethers,
define the true meaning of life.
8
When the uncontrollable desires try to capture you, don’t follow it.
only in the true nature of a pure soul can we obtain happiness and peace of mind.
9
A rotten and ugly soul, even with the decoration of gold and silver can not make it beautiful,
famous brand does not make the wearer become a famous brand, make a despicable person noble.
but it can reflect the vanity and shallowness of one's ignorance,
when decorating your appearance,
don't forget the soul also needs beautiful colors.
you can't take yourself as a walking dead.
10
God of eternal life, master of destiny,
it is you let me bathe in the precious liquid of kindness,
keep my body and soul in a pure color,
toward the end of life;
because I know it is the blessing of truth and kindness, giving me the power of all actions in this life, singing for the everlasting beauty of this world;
as if the rainbow in the sky which is not eternal, and it doesn’t have anything,
temporarily and brilliantly illuminates the sky, makes it full of glory.
11
Just like a stream with twists and turns,
just like the change of the sky with thunderstorms, rain, wind and snow,
just like the difference of the moon with the gray, bright, full and the incomplete,
just like the switch of four seasons with Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter,
the joys and sorrows in life
since ancient times, which have been inevitable,
sitting down to view the world, holding with simplicity, guarding the truth,
to be at home with all kinds of overflows,
in the shift of the world as well as the universe,
presenting the peace of self-sufficiency.
12
When the God of wind is blowing,
I believe that life is blessed.
its gentle touch spreads through every corner of the world, soothing all things,
no matter how noble and low, no matter how beautiful and ugly,
chanting on the earth with compassion;
when life is blessed,
I am willing to offer it a eulogy,
for its kindness, for its universal fraternity.
13
Hard laborers,
in the rain of sweat,
please proudly raise your head,
accept my highest praise and respect,
only you
are the true creators of this world and history,
not those who are powerful and Influential;
in your ubiquitous work,
the earth and the sky are replaced by brilliant existence,
extending to the distant future,
the lofty humanity and touching beauty of this world,
appeared by you.
14
Never belittle yourself,
you have all wisdom, all dignity as a person,
when you walk wholeheartedly
in the journey of love,
your world will be changed accordingly.
15
The master of life, God of destiny,
I am willing to be in this life,
always keep my soul as pure as a child
it’s your sacred and compassionate touch,
throughout my vulgar body,
it's your thought of love,
drives away all evil desires and ugliness,
ignites the fire of reasoning to the truth in my heart,
gives me all the power to act in this life.
16
I saw you alone in the night,
I saw you alone in loneliness,
I saw you staying in the empty house.
the joy of the past has gone,
I can only leave it in my heart!
how much I hope
the sunshine of life
permanently illuminates the porch of your heart;
I want to tell you,
but language is stuck in the mouth,
lost its original meaning,
left
only a forever hope.
17
Death, you have such a mysterious color in my heart,
I have imagined the end of my life thousands of times.
you like a lover who has never met, let me look forward to it,
perhaps her beauty has a very fascinating brilliance that keeps me away from the sorrows of the world, and without any painful memory.
maybe her world is comfortable, let my mind bathe in the eternal silence;
maybe there, suffering has nowhere to live, people can get what they need without any effort;
maybe there, I will reunite with the ones I truly loved, and live together forever.
however, I equally have deep fear from you,
I am afraid that when I see you, your face may be very ugly even with viciousness.
Death, you have such a mysterious color in my heart！
18
A torrential rain fell from the sky, poured with the anger that had been suppressed for a long time,
raindrops are jumping on the ground, running and cheering;
rapid rain rushes through and cleans the dirt of the world,
tomorrow, just to tomorrow, it will return a fresh and bright dawn back to me.
19
I saw the color of paradise from your face.
your smile is like a cloud that has floated in the sky.
when you bend down to kiss a newborn baby,
from your tender figure, I feel the hope of life.
20
I am going to do that love cause alone,
being immersed in the spirit of human care,
cultivating the world of mutual love in blue civilization with universal fraternity,
I harvest kindness and humanity;
in the distant future,
if someone mentions me occasionally, saying:
"This is a humanist, he has been walking on the road of deep love throughout his life and has suffered for it."
that would be my best epitaph.
21
Floating from one city to another,
wandering from one village to another,
I look at the clouds in the sky, watching them fade away,
listen to the seductive echoes in the depths of the ocean, the sighs of the tides;
years, I can't keep your rushing steps.
how many joys and sorrows, departures and get togethers, rigorously cleanse the heart continuously,
I will keep going on.
in this world
the history of beauty.
22
I am not envious of luscious clothing and delicious food, if it is tied with ignorant greed;
I won't go to a luxurious feast if it has to be accompanied by boring words;
I refuse to attend such a party, if everyone has a mask;
because I know that the brilliance of human nature is only presented in the true simplicity.
23
The sunset glow gradually drifts away from the city, and the sea surface reflecting the afterglow,
in the depths of the night, gentle breezes kiss the earth,
silent birds have long curled up in the nests, accompanied by the fragrance of purple gold flowers;
footsteps break down the dense darkness,
I am walking alone, in the direction of my home,
at this moment, just in the deep night.
24
I look at your eyes,
the transparent pupils,
reflecting the pure soul, away from the dust,
then, rise the echoes of heaven in the ear.
touching the wide ripples in the heart.
25
The clock ringing in the phone woke me up from a drowsy dream.
meanwhile, I was busy in another world, at an unnamed lodge;
it’s time to get up, you, this lonely traveler!
but before leaving home,
don't forget to bring love and beauty that belong to this day.
26
Train wheels turn rapidly, memory falls like pieces of debris, decomposed by the vast void;
in the twinkling of an eye, how many joys and sorrows, bitterness and sadness,
have been ruthlessly cut in the hands of the years, stored in different corners of the heart;
after the severe cold, it must be a splendid Spring.
27
As a dust, floating in the vast universe,
you, the earth which is attached with countless lives,
small and large, varying between sizes,
the sky is great, the land is great, human is great, humanistic spirit is great.
28
I am not afraid of death,
but I am worried about a meaningful life.
29
I am watching the rolling red dust in the surging world;
I am experiencing the ruthless passage of time, the sorrows of life and death;
I witness the cycle of living and passing, that frangibility of possession;
I laugh at the arrogance of the rich and the despicable waste of money;
I sigh on the hardships of people, the wretched pain on the earth,
I pray sincerely for the coming of a beautiful world.
30
The sky can be burned,
the earth can be melted,
the mountain can be broken down,
the river can be dried up,
the water in the sea can be evaporated,
people, can't have no love.
31
When I reach the destination, which does not have the meaning that it is desired;
when I hold the fruit in my arms, I feel that it is so barren,
as if a stream in the forest, its beauty, its meaning of existence, is in its uninterrupted flow.
32
I put love on the road, but I am afraid that it will be trampled by passers-by;
I hide love in the woods, but I worry that it will get lost in the wilderness;
I put love into the water, but I can't afford it to be melted;
I spill love up to the sky, but it will be difficult to trace it,
so, I bury it deeply in my heart, always with me, and the footprints that keep moving forward.
33
Beautiful sunshine, I am willing to follow your magical footprints.
sprinkle the seeds of hope and love on the earth,
sometimes, in the quiet morning, you come silently,
hang yourself on the porch of a sad person,
when his bitter eyes see you,
in an instant, there is a moving smile.
34
When you feel happy, please give your own words of blessing,
for your existence, for your possession, you are the spirit of all things;
when you feel pain, don't worry, just cry out wholeheartedly,
no one can laugh at the mourning of a true soul;
the only thing that can't be done is to put yourself in a cage and lose your free breathing.
35
I can walk in the deficiency of material,
but I can't travel in an absence of spirit;
I can live without decoration of any flowers,
but I can't be accompanied without a little laughter;
I can live a simple quiet life,
but I can't live without the emotion of love;
I can be empty in my body,
but I can't be barren in my own wisdom;
I can have no life,
but I can't have no soul.
36
Gusts of wind burst, leaves fall wildly,
frightened birds screaming across streets and hurriedly searching for places to stay,
a strand of light in the distance, heavily lifting up the thick clouds,
reflecting the silhouette of urban houses,
in an instant, heavy rain falls from the sky,
with its unprecedented madness and passion, jumping, running, cheering,
It is time to clean the filth of the world.
37
I look at your yellow face,
I look at your white face,
I look at your black face,
I look at your brown face,
I look at your red face,
through the distances of strangeness, fear, rejection, and hatred, have been passing through long and dark years,
because of the coming of kindness, it melts the differences among all eyes,
making that gaze into a journey of tolerance,
and brings a feeling of love,
combining together, without dividing each other.
38
When the desired seeds cannot grow like a wish,
don't force it to grow, contrary to its original nature,
life, like the flowing water in nature, sometimes stagnates, sometimes bends, sometimes slowly swims, sometimes rushes down,
living within your true nature, you can be quiet, you can be comfortable, you can be full of passion, you can be as peaceful as water, you can be full of precious friends, you can be alone for self cultivating,
everything is in the rhythm of nature, to embrace the simplicity of self-sufficiency.
39
When I heard the screaming rain outside the window,
I thought it was the sound of the tears of God
falling from the sky,
I don't know what it tells,
but in the depths of my heart, it stirs up layers of ripples.
40
A green leaf growing on the rattan in the backyard,
it doesn't need to touch the sky,
only joyful for the existence of its own life.
41
Waiting is a constant correction,
waiting is a growing wisdom of the years,
waiting is a daily quest about yourself.
waiting is an inevitable voyage to the heart,
waiting is a fate of one's life,
life can't be without waiting.
know how to wait, face up to the ups and downs in life,
in a light attitude, to harvest the mysterious answers to fate.
42
Only in the heart full of kindness and love
life shall have light,
only in the living full of kindness and love
life shall have color,
the chaotic existence, because of kindness and love,
has its soul,
a tragic world, because of kindness and love,
has its future.
43
Before the fall, I have broadcast the seeds of love to the territory of the heart.
growing in the palace of soul,
with the changes of the four seasons,
playing the love musicals for me around the clock,
through the cities and the countryside,
at every dawn, dusk and night,
in the bleak chill in autumn,
narrating to me.
44
I will decorate the flowers of mercy in the palace of my soul.
work for it, bless it, pray for it, wait for it.
45
I give mercy to you to exchange mercy,
I give love to you to exchange love,
I give tolerance to you to exchange tolerance,
I give understanding to you to exchange understanding,
I give goodness to you to exchange goodness;
however, I never give interest to you in exchange of interest.
46
Please ignite a lantern for me in the dark.
to chase dreams,
please ignite a lantern for me in a dream.
to have a bright light,
not lost
in this long journey of life,
stay away from darkness and ugliness, on the voyage of truth and beauty.
47
Drizzling morning,
I was waiting in the flower-scented garden, under the shadows of trees,
with the playfulness and laughter of little children,
at that moment, the messenger in the distance brought me good news.
connecting the East and the West, five hundred years of history together.
48
You can chase your dreams, in the spiritual world,
in the loss of years, to retain the trajectory of life,
you can be sad, you can sigh,
you can be passionate and you can swim in the sky.
like flowers, opening at the right time, withering at the right moment,
in such a process
embrace life with all your heart.
49
When the waves beat the reef, the sentient beings have rested in the cradle of the earth.
the sunset wipes away the golden glow of the day, bringing a night with peace of mind.
let the dream filter out the fatigue in life, the sorrow in the world,
returning to the hometown of the beauty of life.
50
Earth, I am your son,
land, you are my return,
having between the gains and losses,
what is harvested is a true feeling.
51
If you sow mercy,
you will harvest mercy;
if you sow love,
you will harvest love,
destiny will gradually show you,
at the right time,
in its own way.
52
I want to swim in the liquid of thoughts,
experience the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow,
in the temper of the years
analyze the true meaning of life;
I would like to swim in the liquid of hope,
experience the impact of the heat and cold,
take step by step and more solid footprints,
unyieldingly confronting the quest of life;
I am willing to swim in the liquid of love,
use all emotions and actions
to complete the definition of adherence,
never stop,
until the end of life.
53
I am walking on the road of quest, in a way of a pilgrim,
I am wandering on the road of life, with the desire to return to simplicity.
I am immersed in the fertile soil of hope, with all the pure love.
I am not seeking to have,
I only hope that in the course of life, I will draw a brilliant rainbow.
just like the morning glow, it brilliantly presents in the sky.
then returns to the quiet universe.
54
A despicable person uses the mind of the despicable to speculate on the souls of the nobles, and regards them as despicable as him, and ultimately no longer feels despicable;
the nobles look at the despicable, with contempt and mercy,
despicable people acquire because of their despicableness, and noble people possess by their nobleness.
despicable people indulge in the request of materials, while noble people worry about the transmission of value.
not so much that they are water compared with fire,
it’s better to say that they are two parallel lines
will never be intersected.
55
I am waiting at the station of life, watching the crowds flowing through the stream.
some are calm, some are excited, some are in a hurry, some have nothing to do, some are sad with tears, some are happy with shouting; some are poor, some are wearing a lot of money, some are barely covered, some have luscious beads around, some are noble, some are shameless,
this is the sacred world, the joys and sorrows, brutally buried by time, and repeating.
56
Walking on the road covered with colorful stones,
flowers are fragrant, giant birds are joyful,
a sound of heaven is coming to the earth.
sometimes there are beasts, sometimes thorns,
I am moving forward, brave and fearless,
in the bright moonlight, following the guide of the moon lady,
to go in the direction of dream.
57
God of fate, in my lifetime,
It is impossible to unlock your mystery for my life,
why do I have so much pain, so many obstacles, so many thorns, so many changes, and so many dreary days?
why do I have so many dreams, so many desires, so much courage, so many emotions, so much love, so much beauty?
I can only in the memory of the past
going straight ahead on the road.
58
I can see the peaks of life, beautiful and splendid.
white clouds flutter and linger on the top of the mountains.
pine trees surrounding dangerous trails, hundreds of birds flying on fairyland,
so I keep climbing,
under the moonlight,
desire to set foot on the horizon, before dawn.
59
Birds fly in the mountains, lingering in the fragrance of the pine forest.
fish chase along the singing of streams, tidal sounds drifting far away,
splendor of this beautiful world,
let me interrogate, let me hike, let me indulge in its fragrance.
60
I am eager to return to the chest of the earth.
breathe with nature,
whenever I am walking
on the voyage of the beauty of life.
61
I open my arms to embrace sunshine in life.
I accept the sufferings in life with smile.
I want to abandon all the hypocrisy in this world.
swim in the blue ocean of soul,
go to the other side of island Penglai,
for the beauty of life, to decorate with the flower basket of humanity,
62
In the middle of the night, I am willing to light a lantern.
also ignite my best wishes in my heart,
its light, reposing my distant thoughts,
God of wind acts as my messenger,
to soothe your sad threshold,
under the starry night sky, in the moonlight,
lingering steps to the fence of soul.
63
In this autumn chill,
I can't measure the distance from thought to thought,
dignity, animalism and humanity, circling in the wheel of history,
reflecting on its mirror, revealing the picture of history in thousands of years.
how to analyze life?
how to face the fate of human beings?
keeping it away from suffering, away from grief, and away from evil desires;
in the silence of these autumn days,
I can't perceive the distance from emotion to emotion,
love and hatred, why are they always intertwined?
how can we shorten the journey from ugliness to pure beauty in this world?
how to make lovers together?
how to make all living beings have peace, mutual dependence, without mourning?
in these bleak autumn scenes, I am eager to go forward, to the top of thoughts, a world with pure beauty.
64
I am watching the world keep sinking,
guiding by selfishness and greedy desires,
many ugly souls dancing here,
intercourse together with hot blush,
singing lustful songs;
since the darkness has come,
let the fire of hell burn the earth,
burning the filth of this world into ashes,
return a fresh and clear dawn to the world;
since we have come to the middle of the night,
the dark dense liquid will gradually dissipate.
messenger of truth and goodness has long been waiting at the ultimate end of night.
it will bring us a bright and beautiful information.
65
Today, in the day of the fifty-six recycle,
my heart is full of gratitude,
when I was coming, mother has suffered.
when I was growing up, mother has been looking forward to it with hope;
my longing thoughts
with the clouds in the sky,
with wind,
with rain,
cross the mountains and waters, across the other side of the ocean,
go to the resting place of mother, waiting at her side,
the gentle wind is far away, taking the steps of my life,
the never-ending recollections are all over the world.
66
When the mountains disappearing into the sea,
there is no land in this world anymore.
the darkness will still follow the footsteps of human beings;
when snow melting into water,
there is no cold night in this world anymore.
human beings may not be interdependent at that time.
only in the travel of love,
suffering can't catch up
the true and beautiful voyage of the world.
67
I unfold the canvas and start the unknown voyage again and again.
looking for the treasure of life,
when the voyage ends,
but it becomes a question,
in a special way, solidify in time and space.
68
In the fall, walking alone on the empty street,
bleak wind penetrates the concierge of the soul, from all directions,
friends, don't have to be sad,
wine of life needs to go through the years of tempering.
it will show its mellow fragrance,
you can put your loneliness on your shoulders.
with the horn of the autumn wind,
with extraordinary courage, rushing to the front, the battlefield of life.
69
When the hurricane is blowing, let it keep blowing,
when the storm is venting, let it fall downward,
when the thunder and lightning is roaring, let it continue screaming,
between heaven and earth, people still stand straight
pushing up the weight of life.
70
Not every moment of life is beautiful and fragrant,
not every moment of life is full of glory,
not every moment of life can be full of pride,
not every moment of life can be fulfilled,
plain as water, also like wine, mellow and fragrant in time.
71
I am willing to follow the clouds in the sky,
go to a secluded place where no one knows,
looking for Tao Yuanming’s retreat, regain the comfort of returning to the countryside,
wandering freely in the sky;
there surrounded by streams, white clouds fluttering, pines standing upright, rocks competing on the cliffs, green hills covered with green water, trails covered with grass, morning dawn touching trees, shepherd boy blowing reedpipe, cicadas buzzing on mountains, kingfishers cheering at the branches , soft wind blowing in the dusk, frogs whispering during the night;
there is no city’s screams all day long, no lights, no flamboyance, no dames and gentlemen, no sad looking beggars, no luscious show off of the riches;
I am tired of the pursuit of fame and fortune in the city,
the warmth and coldness of red, yellow, blue and green,
I can’t stand the crowd wearing a mask,
living together in hiding;
but I must continue my clean voyage in this turbid world,
to find the true as well as beautiful reside in the soul.
72
Clouds floating in the sky,
maybe in ancient times,
you first
aroused human poetic feelings which filled with aesthetic imaginations,
time passes by,
showing God's will in the unpredictable changes;
Spring is sunny and bright,
under the blue sky and white clouds,
soft rain infiltrates the heart,
when all nature in the prime,
deducting the beautiful legend of life.
the rain in summer is a glimpse of pride,
thick clouds are all over the mountains, ink color is full of the sky,
turning into rain, running on the earth,
converging in romantic poetry emotions and pictorial views;
Autumn clouds are lifted in the sky,
it is the flirtatious tenderness,
land and the sky filled with beautiful melancholy,
villagers holding bamboo baskets, village girls carrying baskets of flowers,
gather in the fields and work hard;
Winter clouds are impermeable to emotions,
it’s all over the sky, none can guess the margins of it,
at this time, people write fairy tales into their lives,
explore the mystery of fate.
73
Soft wind blew across the earth, shaking the secrets of grass,
with the songs of cicadas, wrinkled the heart in a pool of clear water,
lingering the words of flowers between trees.
74
The clouds in the sky are floating,
gradually changing shapes and colors,
sometimes gathering, sometimes separating;
above mountains,
above grasslands,
above sea,
above rivers,
above fields,
on top of the wildflowers that spit fragrance,
above village,
above farmers, horses, herds, flocks,
above tall buildings of the city,
above crowds in the city;
I don't know why they are there? where did they come from? where to go? what are they waiting for?
as life, come unexpectedly, and then leave in haste without traces,
in the blink of transformation.
75
The railroad tracks carry hope to the distance,
tears and glory,
already floated in the battlefield of this life
please wait patiently,
until to the peak of glory,
fill in a glass of intoxicating wine,
drink the fascinating fragrance at will.
76
The loss of time, reflecting the shortness of life,
like a weed, like a duckweed, like a dew,
you can be sad,
you can cry, you can sigh, you can feel as deep as a lotus root,
you can be happy, you can be fearless, you can be courageous,
go climbing the mountains of life;
may you never lose your true nature,
on the rugged life road.
77
I am walking alone on the wide street of Corona, New York,
in the Mid-Autumn season,
faces of all colors floating to pass my eyes with joy,
just earlier today
a beautiful soul, presented to me from a remote place
a warm greeting from a silver round moon,
at this moment I breathe gently, facing the sky,
offer you a deep blessing,
for the people I love
in the short stay of this world.
78
What kind of courage do we need?
inside the vast forest of life
in order to cross the confusing land of fog,
I have taken the heart of a traveler on the road;
when you want to sprinkle hope like seeds,
please bend your body,
as a cultivator,
all the beauty of the world,
must be shown in your awkward steps,
because you have been looking up at the stars all the way.
79
In the vast smoked waves, dense fog gradually rises above the sea,
heavy dark clouds echoing the murmurs of tides,
we embark on a boat to sail in the thick fog.
morning golden glow sets aside the smoggy,
the midday sun overlooking the sea, with its heart of mercy,
we are fearless,
full of life's original power,
to find the true and beautiful home.
80
The evening glow reflects the sky at dusk,
bell of the church like a requiem
carrying by the soft wind in the air,
footprints of passers-by buried in the dust,
looking forward to a clear cry,
to declare another new life is coming.
81
When you feel that you are great,
maybe you are very small,
small enough to rot completely;
when you feel that you are small,
maybe you are great,
great enough to last with time and space,
the definition of greatness, not power, not money,
not even in honor,
it is only embodied in the true kindness of human nature.
82
In the silence of September,
soft wind passes through wildness, hills, and wheat fields,
through houses, fences, courtyards,
comes to your window,
whispering, with the fragrance of clouds,
makes beautiful emotions fill in your heart.
83
I am willing to travel with love,
although I will be lost in the wilderness of this world,
there, the unyielding heart will visit my soul at any time,
from a distant place
brings back the pure message of childhood;
let me travel with tenderness,
although the road of life is always rugged and uneven,
true meaning of life is presented in such a hardship,
on the way
walking with the vast sky.
84
I want to be melted in the golden glow of the sun,
going for that bright travel,
in the boundless universe,
away from the chaos of this world;
but I have been born in this world of hustle and bustle,
must learn to seek light in the dark,
make my heart filter the ugliness of the mortal world,
let pure flower bloom permanently in the palace of soul,
in that realm,
keep the truth and beauty in heart.
85
When you move forward,
to complete the unyielding voyage of human world,
need
have courage, passion, sincerity, purity, imagination, love,
such a travel,
will lead you to the peak of glory;
you can also choose to be silent.
returning to the deep universe of the soul,
quiet as a virgin, as a flower bud that has not been opened,
as a stream in the mountain,
flowing in silence,
makes a pleasant sound,
embraces in the true nature of life,
breathes with nature.
86
When I look back, I know that I can’t chase the past,
some people who loved me,
some people I loved,
has left me and turned into the dust of history;
my childhood,
my loved ones,
my home,
my hometown,
relive in the dreams,
the images of life,
reflecting in the emotions of the years,
through the curtain of the soul,
with sorrow, with regrets, with hope,
in the river of history, keep telling me.
87
When the sun shines on your heart,
please accept its touch,
when mercy comes to the door of your house,
please greet its visit,
the mountains, rivers, wishes, emotions of your heart,
will be bathed in this benevolent touch,
and your magical life,
will surely be sublimated in this touch of truth and beauty.
88
I used to put my wishes in the pupils of my childhood,
went after the clouds on the horizon,
longing for glory, longing for magic, longing for a brilliant life,
for it, embarked on the road of seeking,
kept moving forward and climbing the mountains of life,
in the passing of time, I suddenly looked back,
it’s like in a dream,
thousands of feelings overflowing,
with a long sigh,
the journey from the east to the west has been going on for a long time,
left a persistence, a regret, a miss,
long standing in the heart.
89
The earth has all things in its benevolent chest,
making life all right,
every weed,
every leaf,
every stream,
from microbes to insects,
from reptiles to spines,
in the original truth, playing together the harmony of nature.
90
drizzling,
as threads,
hidden and appearing, fall silently,
misty grey sky
is an impenetrable veil,
spirits are hidden,
on the way
I walk alone, to the destiny of life,
the fine rain has come quietly,
infiltrating the heart of the earth,
makes it soft, makes it full, makes it refreshing,
on the way
walk alone;
please let this pure soft rain immerse into my body,
immerse into my heart,
also immerse into the dreams of my life,
on the way
walk.
If you sow mercy,
you will harvest mercy;
if you sow love,
you will harvest love,
destiny will gradually show you,
at the right time,
in its own way.
52
I want to swim in the liquid of thoughts,
experience the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow,
in the temper of the years
analyze the true meaning of life;
I would like to swim in the liquid of hope,
experience the impact of the heat and cold,
take step by step and more solid footprints,
unyieldingly confronting the quest of life;
I am willing to swim in the liquid of love,
use all emotions and actions
to complete the definition of adherence,
never stop,
until the end of life.
53
I am walking on the road of quest, in a way of a pilgrim,
I am wandering on the road of life, with the desire to return to simplicity.
I am immersed in the fertile soil of hope, with all the pure love.
I am not seeking to have,
I only hope that in the course of life, I will draw a brilliant rainbow.
just like the morning glow, it brilliantly presents in the sky.
then returns to the quiet universe.
54
A despicable person uses the mind of the despicable to speculate on the souls of the nobles, and regards them as despicable as him, and ultimately no longer feels despicable;
the nobles look at the despicable, with contempt and mercy,
despicable people acquire because of their despicableness, and noble people possess by their nobleness.
despicable people indulge in the request of materials, while noble people worry about the transmission of value.
not so much that they are water compared with fire,
it’s better to say that they are two parallel lines
will never be intersected.
55
I am waiting at the station of life, watching the crowds flowing through the stream.
some are calm, some are excited, some are in a hurry, some have nothing to do, some are sad with tears, some are happy with shouting; some are poor, some are wearing a lot of money, some are barely covered, some have luscious beads around, some are noble, some are shameless,
this is the sacred world, the joys and sorrows, brutally buried by time, and repeating.
56
Walking on the road covered with colorful stones,
flowers are fragrant, giant birds are joyful,
a sound of heaven is coming to the earth.
sometimes there are beasts, sometimes thorns,
I am moving forward, brave and fearless,
in the bright moonlight, following the guide of the moon lady,
to go in the direction of dream.
57
God of fate, in my lifetime,
It is impossible to unlock your mystery for my life,
why do I have so much pain, so many obstacles, so many thorns, so many changes, and so many dreary days?
why do I have so many dreams, so many desires, so much courage, so many emotions, so much love, so much beauty?
I can only in the memory of the past
going straight ahead on the road.
58
I can see the peaks of life, beautiful and splendid.
white clouds flutter and linger on the top of the mountains.
pine trees surrounding dangerous trails, hundreds of birds flying on fairyland,
so I keep climbing,
under the moonlight,
desire to set foot on the horizon, before dawn.
59
Birds fly in the mountains, lingering in the fragrance of the pine forest.
fish chase along the singing of streams, tidal sounds drifting far away,
splendor of this beautiful world,
let me interrogate, let me hike, let me indulge in its fragrance.
60
I am eager to return to the chest of the earth.
breathe with nature,
whenever I am walking
on the voyage of the beauty of life.
61
I open my arms to embrace sunshine in life.
I accept the sufferings in life with smile.
I want to abandon all the hypocrisy in this world.
swim in the blue ocean of soul,
go to the other side of island Penglai,
for the beauty of life, to decorate with the flower basket of humanity,
62
In the middle of the night, I am willing to light a lantern.
also ignite my best wishes in my heart,
its light, reposing my distant thoughts,
God of wind acts as my messenger,
to soothe your sad threshold,
under the starry night sky, in the moonlight,
lingering steps to the fence of soul.
63
In this autumn chill,
I can't measure the distance from thought to thought,
dignity, animalism and humanity, circling in the wheel of history,
reflecting on its mirror, revealing the picture of history in thousands of years.
how to analyze life?
how to face the fate of human beings?
keeping it away from suffering, away from grief, and away from evil desires;
in the silence of these autumn days,
I can't perceive the distance from emotion to emotion,
love and hatred, why are they always intertwined?
how can we shorten the journey from ugliness to pure beauty in this world?
how to make lovers together?
how to make all living beings have peace, mutual dependence, without mourning?
in these bleak autumn scenes, I am eager to go forward, to the top of thoughts, a world with pure beauty.
64
I am watching the world keep sinking,
guiding by selfishness and greedy desires,
many ugly souls dancing here,
intercourse together with hot blush,
singing lustful songs;
since the darkness has come,
let the fire of hell burn the earth,
burning the filth of this world into ashes,
return a fresh and clear dawn to the world;
since we have come to the middle of the night,
the dark dense liquid will gradually dissipate.
messenger of truth and goodness has long been waiting at the ultimate end of night.
it will bring us a bright and beautiful information.
65
Today, in the day of the fifty-six recycle,
my heart is full of gratitude,
when I was coming, mother has suffered.
when I was growing up, mother has been looking forward to it with hope;
my longing thoughts
with the clouds in the sky,
with wind,
with rain,
cross the mountains and waters, across the other side of the ocean,
go to the resting place of mother, waiting at her side,
the gentle wind is far away, taking the steps of my life,
the never-ending recollections are all over the world.
66
When the mountains disappearing into the sea,
there is no land in this world anymore.
the darkness will still follow the footsteps of human beings;
when snow melting into water,
there is no cold night in this world anymore.
human beings may not be interdependent at that time.
only in the travel of love,
suffering can't catch up
the true and beautiful voyage of the world.
67
I unfold the canvas and start the unknown voyage again and again.
looking for the treasure of life,
when the voyage ends,
but it becomes a question,
in a special way, solidify in time and space.
68
In the fall, walking alone on the empty street,
bleak wind penetrates the concierge of the soul, from all directions,
friends, don't have to be sad,
wine of life needs to go through the years of tempering.
it will show its mellow fragrance,
you can put your loneliness on your shoulders.
with the horn of the autumn wind,
with extraordinary courage, rushing to the front, the battlefield of life.
69
When the hurricane is blowing, let it keep blowing,
when the storm is venting, let it fall downward,
when the thunder and lightning is roaring, let it continue screaming,
between heaven and earth, people still stand straight
pushing up the weight of life.
70
Not every moment of life is beautiful and fragrant,
not every moment of life is full of glory,
not every moment of life can be full of pride,
not every moment of life can be fulfilled,
plain as water, also like wine, mellow and fragrant in time.
71
I am willing to follow the clouds in the sky,
go to a secluded place where no one knows,
looking for Tao Yuanming’s retreat, regain the comfort of returning to the countryside,
wandering freely in the sky;
there surrounded by streams, white clouds fluttering, pines standing upright, rocks competing on the cliffs, green hills covered with green water, trails covered with grass, morning dawn touching trees, shepherd boy blowing reedpipe, cicadas buzzing on mountains, kingfishers cheering at the branches , soft wind blowing in the dusk, frogs whispering during the night;
there is no city’s screams all day long, no lights, no flamboyance, no dames and gentlemen, no sad looking beggars, no luscious show off of the riches;
I am tired of the pursuit of fame and fortune in the city,
the warmth and coldness of red, yellow, blue and green,
I can’t stand the crowd wearing a mask,
living together in hiding;
but I must continue my clean voyage in this turbid world,
to find the true as well as beautiful reside in the soul.
72
Clouds floating in the sky,
maybe in ancient times,
you first
aroused human poetic feelings which filled with aesthetic imaginations,
time passes by,
showing God's will in the unpredictable changes;
Spring is sunny and bright,
under the blue sky and white clouds,
soft rain infiltrates the heart,
when all nature in the prime,
deducting the beautiful legend of life.
the rain in summer is a glimpse of pride,
thick clouds are all over the mountains, ink color is full of the sky,
turning into rain, running on the earth,
converging in romantic poetry emotions and pictorial views;
Autumn clouds are lifted in the sky,
it is the flirtatious tenderness,
land and the sky filled with beautiful melancholy,
villagers holding bamboo baskets, village girls carrying baskets of flowers,
gather in the fields and work hard;
Winter clouds are impermeable to emotions,
it’s all over the sky, none can guess the margins of it,
at this time, people write fairy tales into their lives,
explore the mystery of fate.
73
Soft wind blew across the earth, shaking the secrets of grass,
with the songs of cicadas, wrinkled the heart in a pool of clear water,
lingering the words of flowers between trees.
74
The clouds in the sky are floating,
gradually changing shapes and colors,
sometimes gathering, sometimes separating;
above mountains,
above grasslands,
above sea,
above rivers,
above fields,
on top of the wildflowers that spit fragrance,
above village,
above farmers, horses, herds, flocks,
above tall buildings of the city,
above crowds in the city;
I don't know why they are there? where did they come from? where to go? what are they waiting for?
as life, come unexpectedly, and then leave in haste without traces,
in the blink of transformation.
75
The railroad tracks carry hope to the distance,
tears and glory,
already floated in the battlefield of this life
please wait patiently,
until to the peak of glory,
fill in a glass of intoxicating wine,
drink the fascinating fragrance at will.
76
The loss of time, reflecting the shortness of life,
like a weed, like a duckweed, like a dew,
you can be sad,
you can cry, you can sigh, you can feel as deep as a lotus root,
you can be happy, you can be fearless, you can be courageous,
go climbing the mountains of life;
may you never lose your true nature,
on the rugged life road.
77
I am walking alone on the wide street of Corona, New York,
in the Mid-Autumn season,
faces of all colors floating to pass my eyes with joy,
just earlier today
a beautiful soul, presented to me from a remote place
a warm greeting from a silver round moon,
at this moment I breathe gently, facing the sky,
offer you a deep blessing,
for the people I love
in the short stay of this world.
78
What kind of courage do we need?
inside the vast forest of life
in order to cross the confusing land of fog,
I have taken the heart of a traveler on the road;
when you want to sprinkle hope like seeds,
please bend your body,
as a cultivator,
all the beauty of the world,
must be shown in your awkward steps,
because you have been looking up at the stars all the way.
79
In the vast smoked waves, dense fog gradually rises above the sea,
heavy dark clouds echoing the murmurs of tides,
we embark on a boat to sail in the thick fog.
morning golden glow sets aside the smoggy,
the midday sun overlooking the sea, with its heart of mercy,
we are fearless,
full of life's original power,
to find the true and beautiful home.
80
The evening glow reflects the sky at dusk,
bell of the church like a requiem
carrying by the soft wind in the air,
footprints of passers-by buried in the dust,
looking forward to a clear cry,
to declare another new life is coming.
81
When you feel that you are great,
maybe you are very small,
small enough to rot completely;
when you feel that you are small,
maybe you are great,
great enough to last with time and space,
the definition of greatness, not power, not money,
not even in honor,
it is only embodied in the true kindness of human nature.
82
In the silence of September,
soft wind passes through wildness, hills, and wheat fields,
through houses, fences, courtyards,
comes to your window,
whispering, with the fragrance of clouds,
makes beautiful emotions fill in your heart.
83
I am willing to travel with love,
although I will be lost in the wilderness of this world,
there, the unyielding heart will visit my soul at any time,
from a distant place
brings back the pure message of childhood;
let me travel with tenderness,
although the road of life is always rugged and uneven,
true meaning of life is presented in such a hardship,
on the way
walking with the vast sky.
84
I want to be melted in the golden glow of the sun,
going for that bright travel,
in the boundless universe,
away from the chaos of this world;
but I have been born in this world of hustle and bustle,
must learn to seek light in the dark,
make my heart filter the ugliness of the mortal world,
let pure flower bloom permanently in the palace of soul,
in that realm,
keep the truth and beauty in heart.
85
When you move forward,
to complete the unyielding voyage of human world,
need
have courage, passion, sincerity, purity, imagination, love,
such a travel,
will lead you to the peak of glory;
you can also choose to be silent.
returning to the deep universe of the soul,
quiet as a virgin, as a flower bud that has not been opened,
as a stream in the mountain,
flowing in silence,
makes a pleasant sound,
embraces in the true nature of life,
breathes with nature.
86
When I look back, I know that I can’t chase the past,
some people who loved me,
some people I loved,
has left me and turned into the dust of history;
my childhood,
my loved ones,
my home,
my hometown,
relive in the dreams,
the images of life,
reflecting in the emotions of the years,
through the curtain of the soul,
with sorrow, with regrets, with hope,
in the river of history, keep telling me.
87
When the sun shines on your heart,
please accept its touch,
when mercy comes to the door of your house,
please greet its visit,
the mountains, rivers, wishes, emotions of your heart,
will be bathed in this benevolent touch,
and your magical life,
will surely be sublimated in this touch of truth and beauty.
88
I used to put my wishes in the pupils of my childhood,
went after the clouds on the horizon,
longing for glory, longing for magic, longing for a brilliant life,
for it, embarked on the road of seeking,
kept moving forward and climbing the mountains of life,
in the passing of time, I suddenly looked back,
it’s like in a dream,
thousands of feelings overflowing,
with a long sigh,
the journey from the east to the west has been going on for a long time,
left a persistence, a regret, a miss,
long standing in the heart.
89
The earth has all things in its benevolent chest,
making life all right,
every weed,
every leaf,
every stream,
from microbes to insects,
from reptiles to spines,
in the original truth, playing together the harmony of nature.
90
drizzling,
as threads,
hidden and appearing, fall silently,
misty grey sky
is an impenetrable veil,
spirits are hidden,
on the way
I walk alone, to the destiny of life,
the fine rain has come quietly,
infiltrating the heart of the earth,
makes it soft, makes it full, makes it refreshing,
on the way
walk alone;
please let this pure soft rain immerse into my body,
immerse into my heart,
also immerse into the dreams of my life,
on the way
walk.
91
Light clouds in the sky,
arranged and slowly floating on the horizon;
the subway is strictly along the tracks,
driving up into the sky;
a small bird with a jumped fly in the air,
over a woods with soft wind,
over quiet houses,
disappears in the eye,
leaves a silent joy.
92
Gently close the seclusion door,
start a long day of travel,
at the corner,
several Hispanic elderly people sit together,
as usual,
killing the aged leisure,
the dream of life,
the hustle and bustle of the earth,
complex desires,
already far away,
living in the true nature of being,
carefully close to the eternal destination,
when I am passing,
looking at me quietly,
their eyes are filled with mercy.
Memory returns, capturing the heart,
time is a soft clock,
lengthens or shortens the distance between years,
cutting sadness, joy, separation, and togetherness,
the cry of a newborn and an old man
calling to me at the same time,
I can't answer, I don't know how to answer,
when this late Autumn wind sweeps the earth.
Climbing up the stairs of the subway station,
like those pilgrims,
step by step on the stone steps of the steep mountains, or the wastelands of the desert,
go to the temple of the soul.
In the subway car,
an old man, a beggar, a pregnant woman, a newborn baby, and some stranger’s eyes, watching me at the same time,
everyone carrying a different story.
Not long ago
a poor South American,
have tried to cross the border by the river,
he and the daughter of several ages,
in the water, drowning in each other’s arms,
only the earth, only the land of mercy,
could give the complete comfort to the life in suffering.
Everything is showing me,
on the go,
life must be strong,
must be covered with braveness and fearless armor,
like wind, like rain, like thunder, like lightning, like storm,
change in the sky,
and you are still walking, still moving forward,
in the face of destiny,
straightly look at its choice,
whether it is sinking or brilliant.
93
From the river that has been lost in the years,
pick up lonely poems,
slowly chanting,
follow wind’s secret talking,
memories have been integrated into the dusty fog,
like on a river bank
those scattered beads,
their beauty is heartbreaking,
I bend over and pick them up,
but they melt like water,
falling down,
return to the maternal body of nature;
a wise old man,
in history,
reveals me his rusty hands,
they are covered with mountain ridge-like vine lines,
describing the criss-crossing chronicles of the past,
as those open pages,
can make you sedentary in the text,
illusion becomes immortal lines of poetry,
arranged under the blue sky,
make a moment of dust,
in solidification, become an eternal memory;
I thought I already understood,
in fact, had been lost in the ocean of thought,
only looking at the road ahead,
wait patiently.
94
I have seen a bright smile of the blue sky,
I have seen the sunset falls like a veil,
I have seen passionate faces,
I have seen the charming pupils in the eyes;
I have seen the joy of a new life coming,
I have seen the helplessness of extreme pain,
I have seen the scenes of permanent segregation,
I have seen the pale and horrible shadow of death;
time has turned everything into a smokey wave,
left touches, left memories, left thoughts,
also left love,
arranged in heart,
in the four seasons
experiencing the ups and downs of life.
95
The mortals say that reality exists only for life,
politicians say that reality exists only for power,
businessmen say that reality exists is only for money,
Buddha believers say that reality exists is only for going to the Western bliss world,
philosophers say that reality exists is only to explore the truth of the universe,
humanists say that reality exists only for love,
writers say that reality exists only for an exciting story,
artists say that reality exists only for beauty,
poets say that reality exists is only for a perfect poetry line,
everyone is in the mirror of those own mind,
life is like a mirror, a mirror is like life.
96
Although I live in a barren wasteland,
but I see myself as the richest person,
because I can spend my entire life,
go chasing dreams;
although I am exposed to the dust of the earth,
but I see myself as the richest person,
because I can use all of my time,
to sprinkle the passion of life.
97
I came to the station of this life,
the tides of people coming and going,
years gone by, have been washed away
how many sad memories,
countless exciting events
already forgotten in the dust,
all the moments will be a matter of the past.
History is a confusing book,
when you hold it in your hands, read it carefully,
the hidden meaning of life,
shown in its image,
just like the rainy season
a forest with fallen leaves in Autumn,
some sad,
some solitary,
some make people sigh.
98
Thought is hidden in the clothes of the soul,
its touch sense,
able to reach the heart of the earth,
cross the heavens,
go to the lodge of light,
on the night of the soul,
return to the secret of silence.
The universe sometimes opens its chest,
tearing the sunshine,
please use the power of love,
between the abyss and the abyss,
build a bridge to the future,
although your singing may be sad,
the god of desire will indicate your direction.
If the oceans flee in a plot,
only leaving a dry land,
at midnight, the song of the earth has disappeared,
and you continue to sing forward, in the open wasteland,
walking may not be fast,
but have brought that strong heart.
The sky peels off its make-up layer by layer.
shadow shows the hard life of the world,
covering the difficult footprints of the walking monks,
on the way to the distant holy land,
with those who are seeking,
in the midnight, following the guidance of faith.
99
Only love can open the palace of the soul deeply locked,
Winter is coming,
heart is covered by the cold weather,
road to the front
buried by ice and snow layer by layer,
good wishes,
fiery emotions,
still seemingly far away,
at this point, I am full of courage with love,
raise the sails,
to complete the definition of adherence,
keep moving forward, directly face the call of destiny.
100
Experienced the wind, frost, rain and snow,
I am able to return to a plain and true life,
thought, painting, writing,
let the exposed soul,
integrate into the earth and the sky.
Light clouds in the sky,
arranged and slowly floating on the horizon;
the subway is strictly along the tracks,
driving up into the sky;
a small bird with a jumped fly in the air,
over a woods with soft wind,
over quiet houses,
disappears in the eye,
leaves a silent joy.
92
Gently close the seclusion door,
start a long day of travel,
at the corner,
several Hispanic elderly people sit together,
as usual,
killing the aged leisure,
the dream of life,
the hustle and bustle of the earth,
complex desires,
already far away,
living in the true nature of being,
carefully close to the eternal destination,
when I am passing,
looking at me quietly,
their eyes are filled with mercy.
Memory returns, capturing the heart,
time is a soft clock,
lengthens or shortens the distance between years,
cutting sadness, joy, separation, and togetherness,
the cry of a newborn and an old man
calling to me at the same time,
I can't answer, I don't know how to answer,
when this late Autumn wind sweeps the earth.
Climbing up the stairs of the subway station,
like those pilgrims,
step by step on the stone steps of the steep mountains, or the wastelands of the desert,
go to the temple of the soul.
In the subway car,
an old man, a beggar, a pregnant woman, a newborn baby, and some stranger’s eyes, watching me at the same time,
everyone carrying a different story.
Not long ago
a poor South American,
have tried to cross the border by the river,
he and the daughter of several ages,
in the water, drowning in each other’s arms,
only the earth, only the land of mercy,
could give the complete comfort to the life in suffering.
Everything is showing me,
on the go,
life must be strong,
must be covered with braveness and fearless armor,
like wind, like rain, like thunder, like lightning, like storm,
change in the sky,
and you are still walking, still moving forward,
in the face of destiny,
straightly look at its choice,
whether it is sinking or brilliant.
93
From the river that has been lost in the years,
pick up lonely poems,
slowly chanting,
follow wind’s secret talking,
memories have been integrated into the dusty fog,
like on a river bank
those scattered beads,
their beauty is heartbreaking,
I bend over and pick them up,
but they melt like water,
falling down,
return to the maternal body of nature;
a wise old man,
in history,
reveals me his rusty hands,
they are covered with mountain ridge-like vine lines,
describing the criss-crossing chronicles of the past,
as those open pages,
can make you sedentary in the text,
illusion becomes immortal lines of poetry,
arranged under the blue sky,
make a moment of dust,
in solidification, become an eternal memory;
I thought I already understood,
in fact, had been lost in the ocean of thought,
only looking at the road ahead,
wait patiently.
94
I have seen a bright smile of the blue sky,
I have seen the sunset falls like a veil,
I have seen passionate faces,
I have seen the charming pupils in the eyes;
I have seen the joy of a new life coming,
I have seen the helplessness of extreme pain,
I have seen the scenes of permanent segregation,
I have seen the pale and horrible shadow of death;
time has turned everything into a smokey wave,
left touches, left memories, left thoughts,
also left love,
arranged in heart,
in the four seasons
experiencing the ups and downs of life.
95
The mortals say that reality exists only for life,
politicians say that reality exists only for power,
businessmen say that reality exists is only for money,
Buddha believers say that reality exists is only for going to the Western bliss world,
philosophers say that reality exists is only to explore the truth of the universe,
humanists say that reality exists only for love,
writers say that reality exists only for an exciting story,
artists say that reality exists only for beauty,
poets say that reality exists is only for a perfect poetry line,
everyone is in the mirror of those own mind,
life is like a mirror, a mirror is like life.
96
Although I live in a barren wasteland,
but I see myself as the richest person,
because I can spend my entire life,
go chasing dreams;
although I am exposed to the dust of the earth,
but I see myself as the richest person,
because I can use all of my time,
to sprinkle the passion of life.
97
I came to the station of this life,
the tides of people coming and going,
years gone by, have been washed away
how many sad memories,
countless exciting events
already forgotten in the dust,
all the moments will be a matter of the past.
History is a confusing book,
when you hold it in your hands, read it carefully,
the hidden meaning of life,
shown in its image,
just like the rainy season
a forest with fallen leaves in Autumn,
some sad,
some solitary,
some make people sigh.
98
Thought is hidden in the clothes of the soul,
its touch sense,
able to reach the heart of the earth,
cross the heavens,
go to the lodge of light,
on the night of the soul,
return to the secret of silence.
The universe sometimes opens its chest,
tearing the sunshine,
please use the power of love,
between the abyss and the abyss,
build a bridge to the future,
although your singing may be sad,
the god of desire will indicate your direction.
If the oceans flee in a plot,
only leaving a dry land,
at midnight, the song of the earth has disappeared,
and you continue to sing forward, in the open wasteland,
walking may not be fast,
but have brought that strong heart.
The sky peels off its make-up layer by layer.
shadow shows the hard life of the world,
covering the difficult footprints of the walking monks,
on the way to the distant holy land,
with those who are seeking,
in the midnight, following the guidance of faith.
99
Only love can open the palace of the soul deeply locked,
Winter is coming,
heart is covered by the cold weather,
road to the front
buried by ice and snow layer by layer,
good wishes,
fiery emotions,
still seemingly far away,
at this point, I am full of courage with love,
raise the sails,
to complete the definition of adherence,
keep moving forward, directly face the call of destiny.
100
Experienced the wind, frost, rain and snow,
I am able to return to a plain and true life,
thought, painting, writing,
let the exposed soul,
integrate into the earth and the sky.
101
I used to walk on the road,
but I was lost on that road;
I used to walk in the dark night,
but I was lost in that dark night;
I used to walk in hope,
but I was lost in that hope;
I used to walk in the light,
but I was lost in that light,
so, in the depths of my heart palace,
I placed a merciful lighthouse,
with the mood of love,
since then, no longer lost.
102
In the late Autumn, passing through the adjacent street,
suddenly see
on a tree branch,
few yellowish green leaves
still
stand upright,
against the bare branches
with different kind of soft,
different beauty,
different amaze,
their lives
are disappearing,
but vividly alive,
longing for life, never give up,
for every moment of existence
show
tenacious persistence.
103
I used to look at the distant sky,
hoped the sunshine of tomorrow,
shining brightly on the porch of the soul,
for the sake of desires, for the sake of dreams, kept running,
full of hunger and thirst,
full of courage,
full of passion,
years have passed, such as the evening glow, such as the morning dew,
for a few decades,
in exchange for the epiphany of life,
just like a dust, falling into the void,
it’s not about owning, it doesn’t have anything,
not in the results, nor what will happen,
the meaning of its existence,
its beauty,
just in the process of falling,
showing self-satisfaction,
life is for now,
tomorrow will never appear in life,
only countless cycles of today,
simple breakfast, calm sleep, silent walk,
a sky, a cup of tea, an idle reading,
can be a heart-tasty honeydew,
self-sufficiency,
the truth of existence,
just at the moment.
104
A great soul,
can be in a small space
discovers the vast sky;
a small soul,
even in a vast space
it can only exist in a small field.
105
Late Autumn, yellow leaves,
falling as copper coins,
passage,
transformed into a golden corridor,
in a gust of wind blew,
dancing passionately on the ground,
produced a rustling sound,
I didn’t know if it’s joy or sorrow,
wind moved away,
calling back the silence in the Autumn.
106
The colors of the sky were gone,
this world has become an ash of void,
a person in history,
his moving melody
over time, crossed the space into people's hearts.
beautiful, sweet, mourning, painful, lonely,
continually telling
that had been lost
the love of the past.
107
Bright sunshine in Winter,
touching the echoes of walking,
one after another,
stirring at the threshold of the soul.
the foot sounds of childhood, pure as crystal,
once shined in dreamlike hope,
I followed the footsteps,
walking through the basic houses,
countryside roads,
retreated towns,
streets of cities,
prosperity of metropolitan,
the foot sounds were once raw, hesitated, full of desires,
Today's foot sounds
already all over vicissitudes,
stronger,
with an easy attitude,
a quiet look at life.
108
Missing, like a transparent drop of water,
falls in the dream of time;
like the Autumn clouds,
float in the sky of the heart;
like a lonely flowering branch,
sways in emptiness at dawn;
like a mountain stream,
tells alone in the mountains of the soul.
Love, passes lonely in the years,
like on a river bank,
those pearl-like colored stones,
decorated by dreams
waiting quietly,
good wishes,
accompanied by the whisper of wind.
Dawn or night
I pick up my loneliness,
in the morning light, under the night sky
silently bless those who in my life
beloved.
I used to walk on the road,
but I was lost on that road;
I used to walk in the dark night,
but I was lost in that dark night;
I used to walk in hope,
but I was lost in that hope;
I used to walk in the light,
but I was lost in that light,
so, in the depths of my heart palace,
I placed a merciful lighthouse,
with the mood of love,
since then, no longer lost.
102
In the late Autumn, passing through the adjacent street,
suddenly see
on a tree branch,
few yellowish green leaves
still
stand upright,
against the bare branches
with different kind of soft,
different beauty,
different amaze,
their lives
are disappearing,
but vividly alive,
longing for life, never give up,
for every moment of existence
show
tenacious persistence.
103
I used to look at the distant sky,
hoped the sunshine of tomorrow,
shining brightly on the porch of the soul,
for the sake of desires, for the sake of dreams, kept running,
full of hunger and thirst,
full of courage,
full of passion,
years have passed, such as the evening glow, such as the morning dew,
for a few decades,
in exchange for the epiphany of life,
just like a dust, falling into the void,
it’s not about owning, it doesn’t have anything,
not in the results, nor what will happen,
the meaning of its existence,
its beauty,
just in the process of falling,
showing self-satisfaction,
life is for now,
tomorrow will never appear in life,
only countless cycles of today,
simple breakfast, calm sleep, silent walk,
a sky, a cup of tea, an idle reading,
can be a heart-tasty honeydew,
self-sufficiency,
the truth of existence,
just at the moment.
104
A great soul,
can be in a small space
discovers the vast sky;
a small soul,
even in a vast space
it can only exist in a small field.
105
Late Autumn, yellow leaves,
falling as copper coins,
passage,
transformed into a golden corridor,
in a gust of wind blew,
dancing passionately on the ground,
produced a rustling sound,
I didn’t know if it’s joy or sorrow,
wind moved away,
calling back the silence in the Autumn.
106
The colors of the sky were gone,
this world has become an ash of void,
a person in history,
his moving melody
over time, crossed the space into people's hearts.
beautiful, sweet, mourning, painful, lonely,
continually telling
that had been lost
the love of the past.
107
Bright sunshine in Winter,
touching the echoes of walking,
one after another,
stirring at the threshold of the soul.
the foot sounds of childhood, pure as crystal,
once shined in dreamlike hope,
I followed the footsteps,
walking through the basic houses,
countryside roads,
retreated towns,
streets of cities,
prosperity of metropolitan,
the foot sounds were once raw, hesitated, full of desires,
Today's foot sounds
already all over vicissitudes,
stronger,
with an easy attitude,
a quiet look at life.
108
Missing, like a transparent drop of water,
falls in the dream of time;
like the Autumn clouds,
float in the sky of the heart;
like a lonely flowering branch,
sways in emptiness at dawn;
like a mountain stream,
tells alone in the mountains of the soul.
Love, passes lonely in the years,
like on a river bank,
those pearl-like colored stones,
decorated by dreams
waiting quietly,
good wishes,
accompanied by the whisper of wind.
Dawn or night
I pick up my loneliness,
in the morning light, under the night sky
silently bless those who in my life
beloved.
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