A bird wishes to be a cloud. Cloud is willing to be a bird. -Tagore's Birds
My flower of the day has dropped its forgotten petals. In the evening, this flower ripens into the golden fruit of memory. -Tagore's Birds
Xiaohua asked: How can I sing to you and worship you? The sun?
The sun replied: just use your pure and simple silence. -Tagore's Birds
This lonely evening is shrouded in fog and rain, and I feel its sigh in my inner loneliness. -Tagore's Birds
Dress yourself up for the love of imperfection. -Tagore's Birds
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them.
Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front.
My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life.
My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.
We, the rustling leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "
I am just a flower.
Our rustling leaves have a voice in response to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent?
I am just a flower.
Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes.
Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes.
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.
Shadow puts on her veil and follows light in secret meekness with her silent steps of love.
Sparrows are worried about peacocks when they see them carrying their feathers and tails.
Never be afraid of the eternal voice singing in an instant.
Thank the flame for giving you light, but don't forget the person who holds the lamp. He stood patiently in the dark.
The green grass begged her partner on the ground. The tree begged him for the loneliness of the sky.
Fruit, how far are you from me? Flower, I am hidden in your heart.