1 The eyes cannot see you, because you are the pupil of the eyes; the mind cannot understand you, because you are the secret deep in the heart.

2 Listen, my heart.

The sound of his flute is the music of the scent of wild flowers, the music of shining leaves and shining water, the music of the shadows echoing the wings of bees. The sound of the flute stole the smile from my friend's lips and spread it throughout my life.

3 Life is not a man-made canal, and the river water cannot be restricted to some prescribed river channels.

4 Faith waits in the heart of the seed, promising a miracle of life that cannot be immediately proven.

5 Just as a storm strikes calm with power, it seeks to end in calm. My resistance strikes your love, and its cry is still, I need you, I only need you.

6 If my childhood days could come back, I would stop wasting time and spend every minute reading. —— Rabindranath Tagore

7 The quiet night has the beauty of a mother, just like the noisy day has the beauty of a child. "The Collection of Birds"

8 Woman, sin has stripped you naked, curse has washed you clean, and you have been sublimated into a perfect life.

9 The green trees have grown in front of my window, like the longing voice of the mute earth.

10 Learning must be combined with practice.

11 The fish in the water are silent, the animals on the land are noisy, and the birds in the air sing; but humans have both the silence of the sea, the noise on the ground, and the music in the air. . ——Tagore

12 Melancholy is quietly buried in my heart, just like dusk falling in the silent woods.