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

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

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

In front of the lover, the world puts off its solemn mask.

It becomes small, just like a song, a kiss.

these are the sad tears of the earth, which always keep her smile in full bloom.

The vast desert often ignites the fire of love for a blade of grass that shakes its head and laughs and flies away.

if you weep for the sun, you are also longing for the stars.

dancing water, the sand grains are following you, begging for your song and flow.

will you bear the burden of their lameness?

her longing face haunts my heart like rain at night.

at one time, we dreamed that we were strangers.

when we wake up, we find that we are loving each other.

My sorrow is as calm as the dusk in the silent forest.

the elegant breeze, like invisible fingers, is playing wonderful music on my mind.

"What are you talking about, sea?

it is an eternal question. "

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

it's eternal silence.

Listen, my heart, please listen to the whispers and care of the world.

the mystery of nature is as great as the darkness of night!

the illusion of knowledge is just the fog in the morning.

don't put your love on a cliff, because it's too high.

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

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These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves, which have printed the whispers of happiness on my heart.

you can't see your truth, all you see is your own shadow.

my Lord, how foolish my wishes are, so that their noise drowns out your song.

I want to listen to your holy voice quietly.

I can't choose the best.

is the best choice for me.

Those who carry lanterns on their backs project their shadows in front of them.

My existence, like life, is an eternal strangeness.

"The 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 sent us flowers, not for the sun or the earth

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The light playing is like a naked child, happy among the green leaves. He doesn't know that adults can be hypocritical or lie.

ah! Beauty, you should cultivate your inner beauty from love, and don't revel in your outer beauty in front of the mirror.

My heart is full of emotions, rushing to the shore of the world; I want to write her

signature in the language of tears: "I love you. "

" Moon, what are you expecting?

"I'm paying tribute to the sun that must make way.

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

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

Life finds its wealth because of the needs of the world;

discover the value of love because of its need.

The dry riverbed feels no need to be grateful for its past.

The bird wishes it were a cloud.

The cloud hopes it is a bird.

The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song.

I can't tell why this heart is so depressed in silence.

Is it because of those small needs that he never asks, never understands and never remembers?

woman, when you do housework, your hands and feet are singing, just like a mountain spring, sliding over a pebble.

when the sun crosses the western sea, it faces the east and gives it its last salute.

don't blame your food for losing your appetite.

The trees show the earth's longing for the sky in the form of stretching and visiting.

you smiled and didn't say anything to me, which is exactly what I've been waiting for.

fish are submerged in the water, wild animals are flying on the earth, and birds are singing in the sky; But man, you

have everything.

The world plays sad lamentations over the sad heartstrings.

he regards his weapon as his god;

when his weapon won, he failed himself.

god found himself in creation. Shadow, veiled, follows light quietly, meekly and tiptoe.

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

thank god, I'm not the wheel of power, I'm just one of the living people who are 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 God's dust is greater than your idol.

it is not history that creates people, but people create history.

The glass lamp scolded the earthen lamp for calling it cousin, but when the bright moon rose, the glass lamp gave a

gentle smile and called it, "My dear-dear sister.

we meet each other like the meeting of seagulls and waves.

we are apart, like seagulls flying away and waves rolling away.

When the day's work is finished, I will be like a boat lying on the shore, quietly listening to the music of the dance in the evening tide.

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

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

The sparrow is worried about its heavy tail.

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

the hurricane found its way in the road, but stopped its pursuit in the "hometown of birds".

Friend, please finish my bar in my cup;

don't wait until you pour it into another cup, so that the hot roar disappears.

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

Thank the flame for its light, but don't forget the lamp that stands in the dark and is 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, don't fade me.

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

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

Waterfall sings: Although a little water is enough for the thirsty, I happily gave all my water.

where is the source of the flowers that burst out in endless revelry?

The woodcutter's axe asked the tree for its handle, and

The tree gave it.

in my silent heart, I feel the widow's dusk veiled with rain and fog sighing.

Chastity is a kind of wealth, which is the product of perfect love.

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

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

The poet's wind sweeps across the ocean and forest, seeking his own singing.

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

the grass seeks to be crowded on land.

trees seek the quietness of the sky.

people often block their own way.

My friend, your voice, like the whisper of the sea, like the whisper in the forest, lingers in my heart

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The sparks in the darkness are the stars in the sky, but what is it that ignites the sparks?

Let life be as beautiful as summer flowers and death as red as autumn leaves.

The person who wants to do good is knocking at the door. The loving man found the door open.

after death, the majority becomes one, while 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?

I am hidden in your heart, flower.

Desire is what you feel in the dark that you can't see in the daytime.

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, the "one" is like an organic whole, but in the light, the "one" is diversified.

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

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

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Power says to the world, "You are mine.

The world imprisoned it on its throne.

Kindness says to the world, "I am yours.

The world has given it unlimited freedom.

Fog seems to be the desire of the earth.

it covers the earth and cries to the sun.

be quiet, my heart! Don't disturb these praying 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

"Love and Death" diluted by time; I feel free after liberation. I have stars all over the sky,

but, oh, I think of the unlit little lamp in my room.

The ashes of dead languages pollute you.

Let silence wash your soul.

The crevices of life, from which the lamentations of death are sent out.

The world has opened its heart in the morning.

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

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

floats with everything, and walks into the blue space, drifting and rejoicing in the darkness of time

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god's great power lies in the breeze, not in the storm.

This is a dream. Everything oppresses me loosely. When I wake up, I will see

that they are all gathered around you, so I am free.

"who will take my stick? "Asked the sunset.

"I will 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 load your voice, like a bird's nest supporting a sleeping bird.

Greatness is not afraid to walk with smallness,

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

The night is full of flowers in secret, but the day is grateful.

it is ungrateful for power to condemn the struggle of the victims.

When we are satisfied with joy, we can happily part with our fruits.

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

Now we have returned to your embrace from the sky.

cobwebs try to catch flies, but pretend to catch dewdrops.

love! When you come, because the lamp of sorrow is burning in your hand, I have to see your face clearly, and < P > know that you are happiness.

The firefly said to the star, "Scholars say that your light will go out one day.

the stars are silent.

In the dusk, birds at dawn fly to my peaceful nest.

a clear mind is like a flock of geese flying across the sky.

I heard their flapping.

The canal always likes to think that the river only exists to supply its water.

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

is it my soul that is oppressing me? Or is the

world soul knocking on my heart coming in?

Thought uses its own words to cultivate itself and grow.

I immerse the vessel of my heart in this silence of time, and it is full of love.

Whether you have a job or not,

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

Sunflower is ashamed that the nameless flower is its 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 who straddles my own back.

the cloud fills the water cup of the river, but it secludes itself in the mountains in the distance.

on my way, I spilled the water from my dam.

only a little is left for home use.

the water in the jar is transparent, but the water in the sea is dark.

tiny truths have words to argue with, but great truths have only great silence.

Your smile is like a wild flower, and your talk is like a loose voice; But your heart is a well-known woman.

The small things are left to one person I love, and the great things are left to all people.

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 your heart like a sad sister.

My flower casually dropped its forgotten petals in the daytime.

At night, this flower grows into a golden fruit to commemorate.

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

In my opinion, the evening sky is like a window. There is a light in the window, and there is a person

waiting there.

people who are too busy doing well have no time to do well.

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

people are praising 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, but blindness tends to death.

The pet puppy will suspect that the universe is conspiring to usurp its position.

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

let the world find its way to you.

The bow whispered to it before the arrow string: "Your freedom 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 edges.

it will make the hand bleeding.

god loves the light of human beings more than his own great stars.

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

twilight said to the sun, "My heart is the golden box you kissed.

too close may kill, keep your distance or succeed.

The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain at night reach my ears through the darkness, just like the rustle of dreams

from my lost youth.

The flower cries to the morning sky without stars, "I have lost my dew.

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

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The wasp thinks that the honey nest of the bee is too small, but

The bee asks it to build a smaller nest.

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

the small noise of the day and the earth drowned the peace of the whole world.

the infinity of songs is hidden in the air, and the infinity of days is hidden in the earth, while the infinity of poetry has both the earth and the sky. Because the meaning of poetry can walk and the music of poetry can fly.

when the sun sets, the east in the morning.