I. Introduction
I don't want to replace the sorrow in my heart with the joy of the people; nor do I want my tears, which come from the bottom of my heart with pathos, to turn into laughter; I want my life to be always tears and laughter; tears will purify my heart and make me understand the hidden secrets of life and its mysteries; laughter brings me close to my fellow human beings. It is the sign, the symbol of my praise to the Lord; tears enable me to express my pain and remorse by means of them; laughter exudes my happiness and joy at my existence.
I would like to die in pursuit of my ideals, not to live in boredom. I wish to have within myself a hunger for love and beauty. Because in my opinion, those who eat all day and do nothing are the most unfortunate people, no less than the walking dead; in my ears, those who have great aspirations, ideals and aspirations of the long sighs of the sky is so pleasant, better than the orchestra playing.
When night comes, the flower gathers her petals together and embraces her longing to sleep; when morning comes, she opens her lips to receive the kiss of the sun. The life of a flower is longing and befriending, tears and laughter.
The sea evaporates, steams, and gathers into clouds that float in the sky. The clouds fluttered above the mountains and the hills, and when they encountered the breeze, they wept and fell to the fields in droves; they merged into the rivers and returned to the sea, the bosom of its homeland. The life of a cloud is one of separation and reunion, of tears and laughter. So it is with man: he is detached from that sublime realm of the spirit and stumbles in the world of matter; like the cloud he passes over the mountains of sorrow, walks over the plains of joy, encounters the cold winds of death, and so returns to the point from which he started; to the sea of love and beauty, and to the Lord.
II. The Song of the Waves
The shore and I are lovers. Love has brought us close together, but the air has kept us apart. I came here with the blue sea Danxia, in order to merge my silver-white waves with the golden sand-paved coast; I use my own fluids to let its heart cool down a bit, don't be so overheated.
Early in the morning I make my sea-vows in my lover's ear, and so he clasps me to his bosom; in the evening I sing the prayer of my love, and so he kisses me.
I am obstinate and impatient by nature; my lover is stoic and patient.
I embraced him when the tide came in; I fell at his feet when the tide went out.
How many times have I danced around the mermaids when they came out of the sea and sat on the reef to admire the starry sky; how many times have I accompanied a lover when he told a handsome maiden of his suffering for love, and helped him to reveal his feelings; how many times have I drank with the reef and it did not move, and how many times have I talked with it and it did not smile? How many times have I lifted the bodies of men from the sea and brought them back from the dead; how many pearls have I stolen from the bottom of the sea as a gift to the beautiful women?
At the end of the night, all things slumbered in dreamland, but I stayed awake all night; singing at times, sighing at others. Woo-hoo! Sleeplessness all night long has made me haggard in description. Even though I am full of love, and the true meaning of love is to be awake.
This is my life; this is my life's work.
Three, the song of rain
I am a root of crystalline silver thread; God scattered me from the vault of heaven to the earth, and so nature took me to decorate a thousand hills and valleys.
I am a pearl, scattered from the crown of the goddess Astarte, so the daughter of the morning stole me to set the green fields and the earth.
I wept, but the mountains and rivers rejoiced; I fell, but the flowers and plants held their heads high, stretched out their backs, and bloomed with smiles.
The clouds and the fields are a couple, and I am the messenger of love between them: this one is parched and thirsty, and I go to quench it; that one is sick with lovesickness, and I go to heal it.
Thunder rumbles and flashes like a sword, sounding a gong for me; a rainbow hangs in the sky, announcing the end of my journey. So it is with earthly life: it begins under the iron heel of overbearing materialism and ends in the arms of death, which is not moving.
I rise from the lake and soar on the wings of the Ether. Once I saw a beautiful garden, I dropped down, kissing the fragrant lips of the flowers and embracing the green branches and leaves, making the grass and trees even more refreshing and enchanting.
In the silence, I gently tapped the glass on the windows with my slender fingers, so that the tapping sound formed a kind of music to enlighten those sensitive hearts.
I am the sigh of the sea, the tears of the sky, the smile of the fields. This is the same as love: it is the sigh of the sea of feelings, the tears of the sky of thought, the smile of the field of the heart.
Four, the song of beauty
I am the guide of love, the wine of the spirit, the delicacy of the heart. I am a rose that meets the morning sun and opens its heart, so the maiden plucks me from the branch, kisses me, and wears me on her breast.
I am the home of happiness, the source of joy, the beginning of comfort. I am the sweet smile on a girl's cherry lips, and when a lad sees me, all of a sudden he throws away his fatigue and anguish, and makes his life a stage for beautiful dreams.
I am an inspiration to poets, I am a guide to painters, I am a teacher to musicians.
I am the smiling eyes of a child looking back, and a loving mother who, at the first sight, cannot help but worship, praise God, and thank the heavens.
I appeared to Adam in the body of Eve, and made him like one of my slaves; I appeared to King Solomon in the form of a beautiful woman, and made him a sage and a poet.
I smiled at Helen, and Troy was reduced to ruins; I crowned Cleopatra, and the valley of the Nile was filled with songs and laughter.
I am the creation, the vicissitudes of the world are arranged by me, I am God, the survival of life and death to my master.
When I am gentle, I am better than the fragrance of violets; when I am rough, I am better than the wind and rain.
O people! I am the Truth, O I am the Truth, keep this in your hearts.
V. THE SONG OF THE FLOWER
I am the word of Nature, which Nature speaks, and retracts, and hides it in her heart, and then speaks it again ......
I am the star, which from the firmament attaches itself to fall in the green.
I am the daughter of the elements: winter conceives me; spring makes me open; summer makes me grow; autumn makes me sleepy.
I am the gift of fellowship between friends and family; I am the crown of weddings; I am the final offering from the living to the dead.
Early in the morning I welcome it brightly with the morning breeze; in the evening I send it off with the herd.
I sway in the wilderness, and make the wilderness scenery more charming; I breathe in the breeze, and make the breeze fragrant and fragrant. When I faintly sleep, the millions of bright eyes of the dark starry sky inspect me; when I wake up, the great single eye of the day gazes at me.
I drink the agar made from the morning dew; I listen to the birds chirping and singing; my mother-in-law dances, and the grass applauds me. I always look up to the sky, and I am fascinated by the light; I never look at my shadow, and I have a lonely heart. And these philosophies are not fully comprehended by mankind.
VI. Song of Happiness
I am in love with my lover. I thirsted for him, and he enamored me. But what a misfortune! In this love there is a third party, let me suffer, also make him suffer. The domineering rival named "Matter" follows us everywhere; she is like a poisonous snake trying to tear us apart.
I looked for my lover in the wilderness, on the shores of the lake, and in the bushes, but he was nowhere to be found. For matter had charmed his mind and taken him into the city, to the land of paper and nonsense.
I sought him out in the palace of knowledge and wisdom, but could not find him, because matter - that vulgar woman - had led him into the castle of individualism and degraded him into the mire of sound and fury.
I sought him out in the wilderness of contentment, but could not find him, for the enemy of my love had shut him up in the cave of greed, and made it difficult to fill the gullet of his lust.
At dawn, when the sun was golden, I called to him, but he did not hear me, for the love of the past made it difficult for him to open his eyes; at night, when all the music was silent and all the flowers slept, I played with him, but he ignored me, for the longing for the future took possession of his whole mind.
My lover loved me and pursued me in his work, but he could find me only in the works of the Creator. He wants to associate with me in mansions of glory built with the skeletons of the weak, in piles of gold and silver; but I can only rejoice with him on the banks of the river of affection, in the simple cottages built by the Creator. He wanted to kiss me before the tyrant, the ****; I only let him kiss my lips quietly in the pure filigree. He sought by all means a medium to set us up, but I asked for a matchmaker who was a labor of integrity and selflessness - a beautiful job.
My lover has learned to shout and clamor from my rival in love; but I will teach him: to shed soothing tears from the fountain of his own heart, and to utter sighs of self-reliance and excellence. My lover belongs to me, and I to him.
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