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76 The wind of the poet, is going out through the sea and forest, seeking its own song. 77 The oracle with which every child is born says: God has not yet failed in man. 78 Green grass begs her earthly mate. The trees beg him for the loneliness of the sky. 79 Man builds a dike against himself. 80 My friend, your voice floats in my heart, like the murmur of the sea, around Lingering among the listening pine forests. 81 What is this invisible flame of darkness, whose sparks are sparked by stars? 82 Make life as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

83 He who wants to be good knocks at the door, and he who loves sees the door open. 84 In death the many become one, and in life the one becomes many. When God dies, religions will become one. 85 An artist is a lover of nature, so he is both a slave and a master of nature. 86 "How far are you from me, fruit?" "I'm hiding in your heart, Hua." 87 This longing is for that which is felt in the night but not seen in broad daylight. 88 The dew said to the lake: "You are the big dew under the lotus leaf, and I am the big dew on the lotus leaf."

Smaller dewdrops on the surface. " 89 The scabbard protects the sharpness of the knife, and itself is content with its dullness. 90 In darkness, "one" is regarded as one, and in light, "one" is regarded as many.