There are people starting on every road.

There is a sky above everyone's head.

There are unpredictable clouds on every side of the sky.

Every cloud indicates fate.

Choose the direction silently,

A star or a pair of eyes,

How people choose the world,

How the world chooses people.

Silently choose the starting point,

Choose to go home proudly,

Those who choose the dawn at night,

Dawn chooses the wind he makes.

Choose a bird or a fallen leaf,

Choose a stone or a puff of smoke,

People who have no choice,

He is the chosen one.

Everyone has a nameless heart,

Every heart is lonely sometimes,

Who chose the lonely world,

The world chose his voice.

The meteor sinks in the selection.

The sun rises in choice.

Shakespeare's sonnets

1 We wish the most beautiful people thrive, so that the delicate roses will never wither, the mature ones will wither forever, and the weak future generations will keep them in their hearts; And you, with your bright eyes, burn yourself, cultivate the flame in that eye, and turn the harvest place into famine. You are your enemy, you are too harmful to your sweet self. You are the freshest ornament in the world today. You are the only messenger in the beautiful spring. You bury your offspring in your own bud. You love money like life. The meaner you are, the worse things will get. Have pity on the world, or you are an insatiable person. You ate your share of the world, leaving only you and the grave. When forty winters have besieged your rosy cheeks and dug deep trenches in your beautiful garden, your youthful finery, so envied by others, will turn into rags, and no one should look at it: if people ask you where your beauty is and where the treasures of your youth are, you say, "In my deep eyes, it is a shame of greed and a useless compliment." It is even more valuable to use your beauty, if you can say "I, a lovely child, sum up my account and forgive my old age" and prove that his beauty is inherited from your blood! This will rejuvenate you in your old age and rejuvenate your cold blood. Third, look in the mirror and tell you the face in the mirror, saying that this pang should be made another pair now; If you don't rebuild the temple for it quickly, you will cheat the world and deprive your mother of happiness. Because where can a woman be so virtuous, and her virgin will not be cultivated by you? Who is stupid enough to be his own grave and give up his own blood? You are your mother's mirror, in which she calls back the April of her prime: Similarly, from the window of your old age, you will see-wrinkles on your face-your golden years. But if you don't want to be remembered, you will die alone, and your portrait will be with you. Four handsome prodigals, why spend their beautiful legacy on themselves? Nature's gift is not given, she just rents it; She is generous and only rents it to generous people. So, beautiful husband, why abuse this generous gift? This gift is for you, not for others. Why can't those who lose money live on such a large sum of money? Because since you only do it with yourself, it is tantamount to deceiving your charming self. In this way, when nature calls you back to lie in her arms for a long time, what will you say? Your unused beauty will go to the grave with you; Use it. You live to carry out your will.

Tagore's bird collection

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and suddenly fly away.

And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.

Ah! Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.

The world puts off its mask of solemnity in front of its lover.

It becomes smaller, just like a song, a gentle kiss.

These are the sad tears of the earth, which often keep her smile in full bloom.

The vast desert often loves a blade of grass that shakes its head and flies away with a smile.

It's on fire.

If you cry for the sun, you are also longing for the stars.

Dancing water and sand are following you, begging for your voice and flow.

Are you willing to bear the burden of their lameness?

Her longing face haunts me like rain at night.

There was a time when we dreamed that we were strangers.

When we woke up, we found that we loved each other.

My sadness is as calm as the evening in the silent forest.

Elegant breeze, like invisible fingers, plays wonderful music in my mind.

"What are you talking about, hite? 』

"It is an eternal problem. 』

"Oh my god, what are you going to answer me? 』

"This is eternal silence. 』

Listen, my heart, to the whispers and concerns of the world.

The mystery of nature is as great as the darkness at night.

The illusion of knowledge is only the fog in the morning.

Don't put your love on the cliff, because it is too high.

This morning, I sat at the window where the world like a passer-by stood for a moment and nodded to me.

It's gone.

These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves, which fills my heart with happiness.

Speak in a low voice

What you can't see is your own shadow.

My Lord, how foolish I wish, their noise drowned out your voice.

I want to listen to your holy voice quietly.

I can't choose the best.

It's the best choice for me.

Those who carry lanterns throw their shadows in front.

My existence, like life, is an eternal strangeness.

"Rustling leaves answer the wind and rain: Who are you, so silent? 』

"I'm just a flower. 』

Rest belongs to work, just as the eyes belong to the eyes.

Man is a newborn baby, and his strength is the strength of growth.

God expects an answer, because he sends us flowers, not the sun or the earth.

Land.

The light playing is like a child, happy among the green leaves, and he doesn't know how old he is.

People are hypocritical or deceptive.

Ah! Beauty, you should cultivate your inner beauty from love, don't be intoxicated in front of the mirror.

External beauty.

My heart is full of emotions and rushes to the other side of the world; I want to write about her in tears.

Signature: "I love you. 』

"Moon, what are you looking forward to? 』

"I salute the sun and must make way. 』

The green trees extend to my window like the yearning voice of the silent earth.

Every morning God creates for himself is also new to him.

Life finds wealth because of the needs of the world;

See the value of love because of need.

The dry riverbed felt no need to thank it for its past.

The bird wishes it were a cloud.

The cloud wishes it were a bird.

The waterfall sings, "when I get it, there is a sound." 』

I can't tell why this heart is so silent and depressed.

Is it for small needs that he never asks, never understands, never remembers?

Woman, when you do housework, your hands and feet are singing, just like a clear spring flowing in the mountains.

Like pebbles.

When the sun crosses the west sea, it faces the east and gives it a final salute.

Don't condemn your food just because you have no appetite.

Through stretching and visiting, the tree shows the yearning of the earth for the sky.

You smiled and said nothing to me, which is what I have been waiting for.

Fish dive in the water, wild animals soar on the ground and birds sing in the sky; But people, you

But you have everything.

The world sweeps the sad heartstrings and plays melancholy sadness.

He regards his weapon as his god;

When his weapon won, he failed himself.

God found himself in creation.

Shadow, veiled, quietly, meekly, tiptoes behind light.

Stars are not afraid to appear because they are as small as fireflies.

Thank God, I am not the wheel of power, I am just one of the living people who have been run over by the wheel.

People are sharp, not broad-minded, and often cling to a certain point and cannot be removed.

Your idol is shattered in the dust, which proves that the dust of God is greater than your idol.

It is not history that creates man, but man creates history.

The glass lamp is called cousin by the earthen lamp, but as soon as the moon rises, the glass lamp is exposed.

Smile gently and call it: "My dear-dear sister. 』

Our blind date is like the meeting of seagulls and waves.

We parted, like seagulls flying away and waves rolling away.

At the end of the day's work, I will be like a boat lying on the shore, quietly listening to the tide jumping in the evening.

Dance music.

Life has been given to us, and we must give our lives to get it.

When we are extremely modest, we are close to greatness.

The sparrow is worried that it is dragging its heavy tail.

The eternal voice sings, "Don't be afraid of that moment. 』

I don't know where the hurricane found its direction, but it stopped chasing in the place where birds have their hometown.

Friend, please finish the bar in my cup;

Don't wait until you pour it into another cup, so the warm sound will disappear.

God said to man, "I heal you, so I will hurt you;" I love you, so I will punish you.

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Thank the light of the flame, but don't forget the lamp that stands in the dark, silent and strong.

Grass, your steps are small, but you have the land you have stepped on.

The delicate flower opens her bud and cries, "Dear world, please don't wither me. 』

God may be tired of kings, but he never hates florets.

Evil can't stand the test, but truth can.

Waterfall said: although a little water is enough for thirsty people, I still happily gave everything I had.

Ministry of water resources.

Where is the origin of the flowers in generate during the carnival?

The woodcutter's axe asked the tree for its handle.

The tree gave it.

In my silent heart, I feel the widow's dusk covered by rain and fog sighing.

Chastity is a kind of wealth and the product of perfect love.

Fog, like love, plays in the heart of the mountain and presents all kinds of wonderful illusions.

We misjudged the world and said that the world deceived us.

The poet's wind swept through the ocean and forest, looking for his own voice.

The birth of every baby brings the message that God is not disappointed in mankind.

The grass looks for the crowding on the land.

Trees seek peace in the sky.

People often get in their way.

My friend, your voice haunts my heart like the whisper of the sea, like the whisper of the forest.

Lumbar back.

Sparks in the dark are the stars in the sky, but what ignites the sparks?

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

People who want to do good are knocking at the door; The caring man found the door open.

After death, most people become one, but in life, one becomes the majority.

When God dies, religion becomes one.

The artist is the lover of nature, so he is the slave and master of nature.

"Fruit, how far are you from me? 』

"Flowers, I hide in your heart. 』

Desire is feeling what you can't see during the day in the dark.

Dew said to the lake: you are the big water drop under the lotus leaf, and I am the small water drop above the lotus leaf.

A sword needs a scabbard to protect it, but the scabbard is content with its own dullness.

In the darkness, "one" is like an organic whole, while in the light, "one" is diverse.

With the help of grass, the earth has become a habitable place.

The birth and death of green leaves is the sharp rotation of a whirlwind, and its vast circle moves slowly among the stars.

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Power said to the world, "You are mine. 』

The world imprisoned it on its throne.

Love said to the world, "I am yours." 』

The world makes it infinite.

Fog seems to be the desire of the earth.

It covers the earth and cries to the sun.

Quiet, my heart! Don't disturb these prayer trees.

Eternal music is laughed at by the noise of the moment.

I think of many other ages floating on the stream of life, and those ages diluted by time.

Love and death; I feel relieved.

The sadness of my soul is the bride's veil,

It is expected to unload at night.

The mark of death gives the living currency value, which enables it to realize the real treasure.

The cloud stands humbly in a corner of the sky,

Dawn crowned it with glory.

The soil was insulted, but it was rewarded by flowers.

Just go ahead, don't stop at picking flowers; Because flowers will bloom in front of you all the way.

roots are the branches down in the earth.

Branches are roots in the sky.

Distant music in summer flies around autumn, looking for its lair.

Don't lend your advantages to your friend, it's an insult to him.

Wandering days are like fresh moss around an old tree, clinging to my heart.

The echo laughed at its original sound and proved that it was the original sound.

Lucky people boast of their special grace, and God is often ashamed of it.

I cast my shadow in front, because I still have an unlit lamp.

A man joined the noisy crowd in order to drown out his silent cry.

The end of fatigue is death, but the end of perfection is endless.

The sun is covered with a simple light coat,

The clouds are beautifully decorated.

The mountain peak is like a child waving a flag and begging for the stars in the sky.

Although pedestrians are crowded, the road is lonely; Because nobody loves it.

Power boasts of its sins and laughs at falling yellow leaves and floating idle clouds.

Today, the earth is like a spinning woman, humming a song to me in that forgotten language.

Some old ones.

The blade of grass is worth growing in this great world.

Dream is a nagging wife.

Sleepy eyes are silent husbands.

The night kissed the passing days and whispered, "I am death, your mother, Mao Zheng."

Give you a new life. 』

At night, I feel your smile, just as a beloved woman blows out her lamp.

I brought the decadent world into my gorgeous and prosperous world.

Dear friends, when I listen to the sound of the waves on many beaches with deep twilight, I feel

The silence of your great thoughts.

Birds think it is a kind act to lift fish to the sky.

The night said to the sun, "the love letter you sent me in the bright moon, I answered it on the grass with tears in my eyes."

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Great people were born and died, leaving their childhood to the world.

The perfect pebble is not struck by a hammer, but danced and sang by water.

The bee sips nectar, and when it leaves, it hums its thanks.

The gorgeous butterfly is convinced that the flowers should thank her.

Kan Kan is easy to say, but it is difficult to tell the absolute truth.

"Possibility" asks "impossibility" and says:

"Where is your home? 』

"In the dream of the incompetent." Can't answer.

If you turn a blind eye to all strange theories, truth will be shut out.

I hear something ringing behind my sad heart-but I can't see them.

Leisure in activities is work;

When the soup was stirred, the calm sea water turned into waves.

Green leaves become flowers when they fall in love.

Flowers bear fruit when they worship.

The roots of underground trees don't have to pay for the branches to be full of fruits.

On this rainy night, I looked at the swaying branches and remembered all the greatness.

The midnight storm, like a giant, wakes up at the untimely midnight and starts the game.

boisterous

You can't catch up with your lover by raising your waves, oh, the sea! Your lonely new storm

Woman.

"I am ashamed of my emptiness." Speaking of work.

"I look so pathetic in front of you." The work replied.

Time is the wealth of change, but the clock just changes, but there is no wealth at all.

Truth feels narrow and bound in his clothes, but in his imagination, he moves freely.

Oh, Lu, how I hate you when my servant is here and there; But now

Now you take me everywhere, and I am one with you because of love.

Let me see, among the stars, one is guiding my life through the unknown darkness.

Woman! You touch my container gracefully, just like rhythmic music.

A sad voice nests in the ruins of many years,

At night, the voice sang to me, "I loved you." 』

The blazing fire warned me to go away with its burning tongue.

Please save me from the embers buried in the ashes.

I have stars all over the sky,

But, oh, I remember there was no small light in my room.

The ashes of the language of death defile you,

Let silence purify your soul.

The cracks in life, the sadness of death is from those cracks.

The world opened its heart in the morning,

Come out, my heart, and greet it with your love.

My thoughts shine in the green leaves; My heart sings in the touch of sunshine; My life

Going with the flow, I walked into the blue space, drifting with the flow in the darkness of time and rejoicing.

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God's greatness lies in the breeze, not the storm.

This is a dream. Everything is loose to me. When I wake up, I will see you.

Until they all gather around you, so I'm relieved.

"Somebody get my stick." Asked the sunset.

"I'll try my best, my Lord." Said the earthen lamp.

You pluck the petals, but you can't pluck the beauty of the flowers.

Silence will make your voice heavy, just like a bird's nest holding a sleeping bird.

Greatness is not afraid to walk with smallness,

Only people who are neither too big nor too small will stay away from others.

The night blooms in secret, but the day receives gratitude.

Power ungrateful to condemn the struggle of the victims.

When we are satisfied with happiness, we can happily give up our fruits.

The raindrop kissed the earth and whispered, "Mother, we are your homesick children.

Now I'm back in your arms from heaven. 』

Spider webs try to catch flies, but pretend to catch dew.

Love! When you come, because the lamp of sadness burns in your hand, I must see your face clearly, and

Know that you are very happy.

The firefly said to the stars, "scholars say that your light will go out one day." 』

The stars are silent.

At dusk, birds at dawn fly to my quiet nest.

A clear mind is like a wild goose flying across the sky.

I hear their wings.

Canal always likes to think that rivers exist only to supply it with water.

The world kisses my soul with pain, but asks for poetry in return.

What is mine, or is my soul going out of body experience? Or the one who knocked on my heart.

Has the soul of the world come in?

Thoughts use their own words to cultivate themselves and grow.

I immerse the container of my heart in the silence of this time, which is full of love.

Whether you have a job or not,

When you say, "Let me do something." That would be a prank.

Sunflowers are ashamed that nameless flowers are their own kind.

When the sun rises, it smiles at the nameless flower and says, "My love, how are you?"? 』

"Who drives me like fate? 』

"It's me riding on my back. 』

The cloud fills the water glass of the river, but it hides itself in the mountains. 』

On the way, I spilled the water from my water bank.

There is only a little left for home use.

The water in the jar is transparent, but the water in the sea is black.

Small truths have something to argue about, but great truths have only great silence.

Your smile is like a wild flower, and your words are like a rambling voice; But your heart is well known.

Woman.

Small things are left to the one I love, and big things are left to everyone.

Woman, you hold the heart of the world with mysterious tears, just like the sea around the earth.

The sunshine greeted me with a smile,

Rain, you told me that your heart is like a sad sister.

My flower accidentally dropped its forgotten petals during the day.

At night, this flower will grow into a golden fruit as a souvenir.

I am like a road at night, listening to the sound of memory in silence.

In my opinion, the evening sky is like a window. There is a lamp on the window, and there is a man in it.

Wait there.

People who are busy doing things well have no time to do them well.

Although I am an empty and rainless autumn cloud, I see my fullness in the golden rice fields.

People are singing about hatred and killing!

But God is ashamed to hide these memories under the green grass.

Toes don't care about past fingers.

Darkness tends to light, while blindness tends to death.

The beloved puppy will suspect that the universe is plotting to usurp its position.

My heart, please sit still and don't raise dust;

Let the world find the way to you.

The bow whispered to it in front of the arrow string, "yours is my gift." 』

Woman, your laughter is full of music from the fountain of life.

A heart full of logic is like a knife with four blades.

It will make the hand with the knife bleed.

God loves human light more than his own superstar.

This crazy and rude world can only be tamed by beautiful music.

Evening said to the sun, "My heart is the golden chest you kissed. 』

Being too close may kill people, keep your distance or succeed.

The chirp of crickets and the patter of rain at night came to my ears through the darkness, just like the rustling in dreams.

From my lost youth.

The flowers shouted to the starry morning sky, "I lost my dew." 』

The burning wood, while sparking, shouted, "This is my flower and my death."

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The wasp thinks that the honey nest of bees is too small.

The bee asked it to build a smaller nest.

"I can't keep your waves. The river bank said to the river, "I can only leave your footprints." "

My heart. 』

The small sounds of the day and the earth drowned the peace of the whole world.

The infinity of poetry is hidden in the air, the infinity of heaven is hidden in the ground, and the infinity of poetry has both the earth and the sky.

Empty. Because the meaning of poetry can walk and the music of poetry can fly.

When the sun sets, the East has stood quietly in front of him in the morning.

Let me not put my mistake in my own world, but let it be against me.

Praise humiliated me because I asked for it secretly.

When there is nothing to do, let me immerse myself in the depths of peace, such as the evening on the calm coast.

Girl, your simplicity, like the clarity of the lake, shows your simplicity and beauty.

The best is not the only one.

It comes from everything.

God's right hand is generous and kind, but his left hand is solemn and terrible.

My dusk came to a foreign forest, telling a sentence that my morning star couldn't understand.

The darkness of night is a bag from which the golden light of dawn bursts out.

We hope to lend a life like a rainbow-colored cigarette.

God is looking forward to taking back his own flowers, but human beings hold them in their hands as gifts.

My melancholy thoughts bother me, let me find out their names.

The fruit endows it with preciousness and the flowers endow it with fragrance; But let me be a leaf, humble.

Give me my shade.

My heart is sailing in the idle wind and will sail to the illusory nameless island.

Cruel, but kind.

Let me be your cup, and let me dedicate the whole cup to you and your people.

The storm seems to be crying, as if it touched some gods because it was rejected by the earth.

Pain.

There is no leakage in the world because death is not a rupture.

Losing love enriches life.

My friend, your great heart is like a lonely mountain and snowy peak at dawn, with the brilliance of the rising sun in the East.

The dead spring stops the flowing water from gushing.

God's activity lies in its own melody.

Stepping and kicking will only raise dust and won't get anything from the soil.

Our names are like a flash on the waves in the dark, leaving no trace when we die.

He who looks at a rose with his eyes can only see her thorns.

Tie gold to a bird's wings, and the bird can't fly in the sky.

Lotus, like our place, blooms in this exotic water and has the same fragrance, but

I changed my name.

From the perspective of the soul, the distance is vast.

The moon shines her clear light on the whole sky, but keeps those spots for herself.

Don't say "it's still morning", just send it away in the name of yesterday as the first time.

I met a nameless newborn once.

Light smoke to the sky and ashes to the ground all boast that they are brothers of fire.

The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart forever." .

Jasminum giraldii sighed and fell to the ground.

Timid thoughts, please don't be afraid of me,

I'm just a poet.

The dim silence in my heart seems to be full of crickets' songs-gray twilight.

Sound.

Rocket, your insult to the morning star will return to earth with yourself.

You guide me through the excitement of the day to the loneliness of the evening.

I waited for the meaning from the silent night.

Life is like crossing the sea, we meet in the same narrow boat.

When we died, we boarded the other shore together and went to different worlds.

The stream of truth flows through the river of error.