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The summer birds flew to my window to sing and then flew away again.

The yellow leaves in autumn have nothing to sing about, they just sigh and fly down there.

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

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

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A group of little wanderers in the world, please leave your footprints in my words.

O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.

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The world faces its lover, leaving its vast The mask was off.

It has become smaller, as small as a song, as small as an eternal kiss.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.

It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

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It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile youthful.

It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.

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The boundless desert passionately pursues the love of a leaf of green grass, she shakes He shook his head and flew away with a smile.

The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head

and laughs and flies away.

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If you cry because you have lost the sun, you will also lose the stars.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

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The dancing water, the sand on your way , asking for your singing and your flow.

Are you willing to carry the lame mud and sand down the river?

The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will

you carry the burden of their lameness?

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Her eager face disturbs my dream like rain at night.

Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

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Once, we dreamed that we were strangers to each other.

We woke up, but we knew that we loved each other.

Once we dreamed that we were strangers.

We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

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The sorrow calmed down in my heart, just like the dusk fell on the silent mountain forest.

Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.

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Some invisible hands are like lazy whispers. Yes, it is playing the music of Chanyuan in my heart.

Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of

the ripples.

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“ Sea water, what did you say?"

"It's an eternal question."

"Sky, what did you say?"

" Is eternal silence?

What language is thine, O sea?

The language of eternal question.

What language is thy answer, O sky?

The language of eternal silence.

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Listen quietly, my heart, listen to the whisper of the world, this is its wooing for you The expression.

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

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The mystery of creation is like the darkness of the night - - is great.

But the phantom of knowledge is no more than the morning mist.

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of

knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

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Don’t let your love sit on the cliff just because the cliff is high.

Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

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I sat in front of the window this morning, and the world seemed like a passerby, After staying for a while, he nodded to me and walked over.

I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a

moment, nods to me and goes.

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These small thoughts are the rustling of leaves; they whisper happily in my heart.

There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy

in my mind.

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Look Without seeing yourself, all you see is your shadow.

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

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God, those wishes of mine are so foolish, they It's shouting in the middle of your brother's voice.

Let me just listen.

My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.

Let me but listen.

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I can’t Choose the best.

I am the best choice.

I cannot choose the best.

The best chooses me.

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Those who carry the lamp on their backs, Casting their shadows in front of themselves.

They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.

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My existence is a permanent magic to me, this is Life.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

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“Our rustling leaves have a sound to answer the wind and rain. Who are you? So silent? ”

“I am just a flower”

We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you <. /p>

so silent?

I am a mere flower.

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The relationship between rest and work is just like the relationship between eyelids and eyes.

Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.

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

Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.

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God wants us to repay Him for the flowers He gives us, Rather than the sun and the land.

God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth.

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The light is like a naked child, happily Playing among the green leaves, it doesn't know that people can cheat.

The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows

not that man can lie.

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O beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror.

O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

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My heart sends her waves on the shores of the world Overcome with emotion, she wrote the inscription on it with hot tears: "I love you."

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My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon it her

signature in tears with the words, I love thee.

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“Yue’er, what are you waiting for? "

"Hail to the sun to whom I will give way. ”

Moon, for what do you wait?

To salute the sun for whom I must make way.

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Green The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.

God’s own mornings are new surprises to God.

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His own mornings are new surprises to God. p>

Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of

love. .

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The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.

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The bird wishes it were a cloud.

The bird wishes it were a cloud.< /p>

The cloud wishes it were a bird.

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The waterfall sang: "I had a song when I was free. ”

The waterfall sing, I find my song, when I find my freedom.

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I can’t tell why this heart is so silently depressed .

For the little needs it has never asked for, never known, and never remembered.

I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.

It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.

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Woman, when you are doing housework, your limbs sing, just like the mountain stream singing as it flows through the pebbles.

Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill

stream among its pebbles.

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When the sun crosses the sea in the west, he leaves his last salute to the east.

The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation to the East.

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Don’t blame yourself for having no appetite. food.

Do not blame your food because you have no appetite

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The trees stood on tiptoes to peek into the sky, as if expressing the earth’s wishes. .

The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep at the heaven.

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You smiled slightly and said nothing to me talk. And I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been

waiting long.

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Water The fish inside are silent, the beasts on the land are noisy, and the birds in the sky are singing.

However, human beings have the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in

the air is singing.

But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music

of the air.

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The world runs on the strings of the hesitant heart The past plays melancholy music.

The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of

sadness.

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He put his The sword is against his God.

While his sword triumphed he himself failed.

He has made his weapons his gods.

When his weapons win he is defeated himself.

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God from creation Find himself.

God finds himself by creating.

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The shadow puts on her veil, secretly, meekly, with her silent steps of love , following "light".

Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent

steps of love.

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Stars Don't be afraid to look like a firefly.

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

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Thank God, I am not a wheel of power, but I am pressed under this wheel one of the living people.

I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with the living

creatures that are crushed by it.

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The heart is sharp, not broad. It is attached to every point but does not move.

The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.