Chapter 11 O earth!

How beautiful you are, O earth!How splendid! How complete is your submission to the light, how noble is your submission to the sun! How elegant you look when paired with Fu Ying!How pretty you are with your veil! How sweet is your song at dawn, how terrible is your call at night! O earth, how perfect and how magnificent you are! I have crossed your plains, climbed your mountains, descended into your valleys, climbed your perilous rocks, and entered your caves.So I understand: your dreams are in the plains, your dignity is in the mountains, your peace is in the valleys, your will is in the rocks, and your secrets are in the caves.You, you are expansive with power, towering with humility, sinking with rising, soft with strength, and clear with secret.

I have sailed your seas, waded your rivers, chased your streams, so I hear eternity talk in your tides, time sing in your plateaus and hills, life and life call to each other in your mountain paths .You are the lips and tongue of eternity, the strings and fingers of time, the thought and interpretation of life. Your spring wakes me up and sends me to your woods where your scent rises like smoke.Your summers let me sit in your fields, where your efforts come to fruition.Your autumn stops me in your vineyard where your blood flows into wine.Your winter leads me to your couch where your purity flakes.You, you bring the fragrance of spring, the generosity of summer, the abundance of autumn, and the purity of winter.

In the bright night, I opened the doors and windows of my soul, burdened with my own desires, and wearing the shackles of my own selfishness, I came to you and found you gazing at the stars and they were smiling at you.So I cast off my shackles and burdens, and understand that the heart's dwelling place is your sky, its desires are in your desires, its safety is in your safety, and its happiness is in the stars In the golden dust of your body. Tired of my own carelessness, rigidity, and dullness, I come to you on a cloudy night.Then I find that you are a formidable giant armed with storms, you are fighting your present with your past, your new with your old, your Dao to disintegrate your weakness.So I understood that the human system is your system, human laws are your laws, and human norms are your norms.Whoever does not break his dead branches with his own storm will die of boredom; whoever does not tear up his fallen leaves with his own revolution will die silently; whoever does not forget to bury the dead past will die It will become the shroud of past achievements.

O earth!How generous you are!How tolerant! What pity and sympathy do you have for your children, who have departed from what they are to falsehood, lost between what they have achieved and what they have not achieved! We are noisy, you smile. We insist, you deny. We profane, you bless. We discredit, you praise. We sleep and dream, but you dream in eternal wakefulness. We have pierced your breast with sword and spear, but you have anointed our wounds with oil and ointment. We planted skulls and bones in your garden, but you made it grow aspens and weeping willows. We put carrion into your deposit, and you fill our threshing-floors with corn, and our wineries with grapes.

We stain your face with blood, but you wash our cheeks with the water of the Dover. We take your elements to make guns and bombs, but you take ours to make roses and lilies. How patient you are, O earth!How many sympathies you have! O earth, what are you?who are you? Are you a speck of dust rising from God's feet as he travels from the east of the universe to the west of the universe?Or a spark from a furnace that never goes out? Aren't you a fruit core, which is thrown into the field of space, so that by the will of its core, it can break through the shell and rise to the top of space like a beacon?

Are you a drop of blood in the veins of one of the giants?Or a drop of sweat on his brow? Are you a fruit slowly waving by the sun?You are a pain whose rhizome extends to infinity.A fruit of the tree of omniscience whose branches reach to the summit of eternity?Or is it a gem placed by the God of Time in the palm of the God of Space? Are you a baby in the arms of the sky?Or an old man who watches day and night, whose wisdom he enjoys? O earth, what are you?who are you? O earth!You are me!You are my sight and my sight; you are my wisdom, my imagination, my dream; you are my hunger and thirst, my pain and joy, my confusion and lucidity.

You are the beauty in my eyes, the thought in my heart, and the eternity in my soul. You are me, earth!If I never existed, there must not be your past either.