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196 The cloud in the sunset said to the sun: "My heart is like a golden treasure after your kiss box up. " 197 In touch, you may kill; away from, you may possess. 198 The chirping of crickets, the patter of rain at night, came to my ears from the darkness, as if I had passed away My boyhood rustled into my dreams. 199 The flower cries to the dawn that has lost all its stars: "All my dewdrops are lost." 200 The burning block, bursting into flames, cried--"This is my flower, I death. " 201 The wasp considers the honey-nest of the neighboring bees to be too small.

Its neighbors want it to build a smaller one. 202 The bank says to the river: "I cannot keep your waves." "Let me keep your footprints in my heart." 203 During the day, the noise of this little earth drowns out the silence of the entire universe. 204 Songs feel infinite in the air, pictures feel infinite on the ground, and poetry, no matter in the air, so it is on earth; Because the words and sentences of poetry contain meaning that can walk and music that can fly. 205 When the sun sets in the west, its morning east stands silently before it