Chapter 6 Storm Set (6)

grave bearer The valley covered by the shadow of life is full of bones and skeletons.I wandered alone in the valley on a silent night where the mist covered the stars. There is a river of blood and tears that crawls like a viper and runs like a criminal's dream.I stood by the river, listening to ghosts whispering, staring at nothingness. In the middle of the night, all the ghost teams were dispatched, and I could only hear the sound of heavy footsteps gradually approaching me.I looked intently, but I saw a terrifying giant figure standing in front of me, and I couldn't help shouting in horror: "What do you want?"

He looked at me with two bright eyes, and then answered calmly: "I don't want anything, and I want everything." "Please don't bother me, go your way!" I said. He smiled: "My way is your way; wherever you go, I will go; where you stop, I will stop." I said, "I've come to seek solitude, so just let me be alone for a while!" "I'm just lonely, why should you be afraid of me?" he said. "I'm not afraid of you," I said. He said: "Since you are not afraid of me, why are you trembling like sugarcane blown by the wind?"

I replied: "The wind blew my clothes, so my clothes trembled; but I did not tremble." He laughed loudly, his voice was like howling the wind.He said: "You are a coward. You are afraid of me, but you are afraid to say you are afraid of me. You face double fear, but try to hide it. Your deception is as fragile as a spider's web. You want to make me laugh and make me angry." He sat down on a rock.I had to sit down too, looking at his serious face. Just a moment later, it seemed to me like a thousand years.He looked at me mockingly and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Abdullah," I replied. He said: "Slave named Allah, how many are Allah's servants, and how much Allah has burdened his servants! Why don't you call yourself the master of the devil and bring new disasters to the devil?" ?" "My name is Allah's servant. This is a kind name. It is the name my father gave me on the day I was born. It is not easy to change it." "The son's disaster lies in the father's gift. Whoever does not refuse the gift of his parents and grandparents will always be a slave of death until he dies," he said.

I nodded, thinking about his words, recalling the dreamy picture in my memory that was quite similar to his situation.After that, he asked me again: "What do you do?" I replied, "I write poems and distribute them in order to give people my perspective on life." He said, "It's an old profession that's been abandoned, and it's doing no good, and it's doing no harm." "What can I do day and night to benefit people?" I asked. "You can make a career out of digging graves, and you can also clear away dead bodies that have piled up around people's homes, courthouses and temples, so that people can relax and worship their gods."

"I don't see dead bodies piled up around the house!" I said. He said: "Look with the eyes of your imagination, and you will find men trembling before the storms of life. You suppose they are alive, but they were born dead. But they find no one to bury them, and they are thrown to the ground, It stinks, rots and stinks." My sense of fear is gone.I asked, "The living and the dead tremble before the storm, so how can we tell the difference between the dead and the dead?" He said: "The dead tremble before the storm, but the living run with it, and will not stop until the storm subsides."

At that time, his chin was resting on his hand, his forearm was freely exposed, his muscles were plump and firm, like the trunk of a holly pepper tree, full of strength and vitality.He asked me, "Are you married?" I replied, "Married. My wife is a fair lady and I love her very much." He said: "Your faults and shortcomings are too many. Marriage is a succumbing to the force of habit. If you want to be liberated, divorce your wife and live a celibate life." I said, "I already have three children. The older one has just learned how to play with wooden balls, and the younger one is just learning to speak. How can I arrange them?"

"You can teach them to dig a grave. Give each a shovel and leave them alone," he said. "I am incapable of living alone; I am used to living among my wife and children; if I were to leave them, I would lose my happiness," I said. "Living among wives and children is just letting go of white blessings and willingly accepting black sins. However, if you must marry, you must be with a fairy." I was surprised and hurriedly said: "There are no angels in this world, why lie to me?!" "What a stupid young man! The fairy tales are definitely not true. Whoever doesn't believe him will belong to the world of suspicion and ambiguity." He said.

I asked, "Do fairies also have grace and beauty?" He replied: "Their elegance will never fade, and their beauty will never fade." I said, "Let me meet the fairy, and I'll believe it." He said, "If you could see the Fairy and touch her, I would not let you marry her." "What good is a wife who cannot be seen or touched?" I asked. He replied: "The benefit comes slowly, and can lead to the death of all living things and those dead things that tremble at the storm, but do not move with it." He turned his face away, and asked me again after a while: "What religion do you believe in?"

I replied, "I believe in Allah, respect the Prophets, respect virtue, and hope for an afterlife." He said: "These words are compiled by the ancestors and then quoted on your lips. However, the pure fact is that you only believe in yourself, respect only yourself, only admire your personal preferences, and only seek your own eternity. Longevity. At the beginning, people worshiped themselves, and according to their different inclinations and desires, they gave themselves various names, sometimes calling themselves Beal, sometimes calling themselves Jupiter, and sometimes calling themselves Allah ."

Then he laughed, and a smile appeared behind the veil of ridicule and mockery, and he added: "But how strange are those who worship themselves! Their souls are nothing but rotting, fetid corpses!" A minute passed.I have been thinking about those words of his, and found that there are meanings more bizarre than life, things more terrifying than death, and philosophies deeper than truth.I The sun god worshiped by the Nikki people.The thoughts of a mutual translator's note finally wandered between his appearance and connotation.The desire to find out his secrets and privacy arises spontaneously, and I can't help asking loudly: "If you believe in the Lord, please swear by your Lord and tell me, who are you?" "I am my own god," he replied. "what's your name?" "Mad God." "Where were you born?" "Nowhere is born." "When was born?" "Every hour is born." "From whom did you learn these philosophies, and who confided to you the mysteries of life and the secrets of existence?" I asked. He replied: "I am not a philosopher. Philosophy is but a kind of human cowardice. I am a powerful madman; when I walk, the earth shakes under my feet; when I stop, the stars The procession stopped with me. I learned from the devil how to mock human beings; I learned the secrets of being and nothingness only after I lived with the fairy king and the tyrant of the night." I asked him, "What do you do in this rugged valley? How do you spend your nights and days?" He replied: "In the morning, I blaspheme the sun; at noon, I curse mankind; in the evening, I mock nature; at night, I worship myself." "What do you eat, what do you drink, and where do you sleep?" I asked. He replied: "Like time and the sea, I don't sleep. But we eat human flesh and drink human blood; we feel sweet when we make people breathe." At this moment, he stood up, folded his arms on his chest, then looked into my eyes, and said in a deep, steady tone, "Goodbye! I am going to the place where the devil and the tyrant are united." I hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute! I have one more question to ask." Part of his body was lost in the night mist, and he replied: "The Mad God doesn't give anyone grace time. Goodbye!" In an instant, his figure disappeared into the night, and he was never seen again, leaving me alone.I'm afraid, I'm at a loss, and I can't explain why to him or to myself. As I stepped away from the place, I heard his voice echoing among the tall rocks, saying, "Goodbye! Goodbye!" The next day I divorced my wife and married a fairy.Afterwards, I gave each of my children a shovel and a shovel, and said to them, "Go! If you see dead people, bury them in the ground!" From then to now, I have been digging graves and burying the dead; however, there are too many dead, but I am the only one digging and burying, and no one is there to help! slavery Man is a slave to life.Slavery makes people's day full of humiliation and despicableness, and the night is soaked in blood and tears. Seven thousand years have passed since my birth, and all I have seen are humiliated slaves and prisoners in chains. I have traveled the East and West of the world, I have seen the light and the dark of life, I have seen nations and processions of peoples step out of caves to palaces.However, all the people I have seen so far have their necks bent under heavy burdens, and their hands and feet are bound by shackles, kneeling in front of idols. I followed human beings from Babylon to Paris, from Nineveh to New York, and I saw with my own eyes that the traces of human goodness are still printed on the sand next to their footprints.I'm from the valley.All the forest hears are echoes of the pained groans of generations. I went into palaces, colleges, temples, and stood before thrones, dais, and altars, and I found that laborers are slaves to merchants, merchants are slaves to soldiers, soldiers are slaves to officials, officials are slaves to kings, and kings are slaves to priests, Priests are slaves to idols.But an idol is a handful of clay that the devil took and erected on top of a skull. I have been in the houses of the rich, I have been in the huts of the poor, I have slept on ivory beds inlaid with gold and silver, and I have lived in shabby houses full of shadows and lifeless.I found that young children sucked slavery along with breast milk, teenagers received humiliation along with phonetic letters, girls wore clothes lined with tameness, and women lay in submissive beds to catch their eyes. I have followed generations of people from the banks of the Ganges to the banks of the Euphrates, the mouth of the Nile, the foothills of Mount Sinai, the squares of Athens, the Roman churches, the streets of Constantinople, and the mansions of London. Among them, people respect them as gods.People sprinkled wine and perfume under the feet of slavery and called them kings.People burn incense before slavery idols and call them sages.People pay homage to slavery and respect it as a law.People fought for slavery and called it patriotism.People bowed their knees to slavery, calling themselves shadows of God.People burn houses and destroy buildings according to the will of slavery, calling it friendship and equality.People work hard for slavery, call it money, business... In short, there are many names for slavery, but the original meaning is the same; there are various manifestations, but one essence.In fact, slavery is an eternal disaster, which has brought countless accidents and traumas to the world. Just like the inheritance of life and habits, it is passed on from father to son; Sown among the soil of another age. I have seen all kinds of slavery, the most amazing of which is to draw people's present together with the past of their fathers, make their soul prostrate before the tradition of their ancestors, make it a new body of an old soul, a handful of rotten bones. new grave. Dumb slavery, attaching a man's years to the hem of his hated wife's clothes, banning women's bodies from smoking on the bed of her hated husband, making the relationship between husband and wife become shoes and feet in life... Deaf-style slavery forces people to follow the environment, to dye their colors when they see them, to change their clothes when they see them, to listen to their voices, and to follow their shadows. Lame-style slavery puts the necks of the strong under the control of the conspirators, uses fame and fortune to lure the capable to obey the greedy, and becomes a machine for the greedy to turn around and stop and destroy it at any time . Progeria-style slavery lowers the souls of children from Guangyu to poor homes, adds ignorance to famine, anger to humiliation, makes them grow up in suffering, commits crimes when they are born, and is abandoned when they die. Painted-skinned slavery, buying goods without paying the real price, saying good things are icing on the cake, calling intrigue cleverness, lamenting knowledge, weakness flexibility, and timidity refusal. Cricket-style slavery turns the tongues of cowards with intimidation, so cowards say insincerely, duplicity, and become like clothes, which are spread and folded arbitrarily in the hands of housewives. The rickety slavery governs the nation under the laws of other countries. Treacherous slavery, crowning princes with crowns of kings. Dark slavery, arbitrarily insulting the innocent son of a criminal. Slavery is subordinate to servility and is a force of inertia. I roamed with the generations, and when I was tired and lazy to watch the procession of the peoples, I sat alone in the dark valley, where the dreams of the past were hidden and the souls of the future were born.There, I saw an emaciated figure staring at the sun and walking alone.I asked: "Who are you? What's your name?" It replied, "My name is Liberty." I asked again, "Where are your children?" "One was crucified, one died of madness, one was not yet born," it said. Before the voice fell, it was hidden in the clouds. imprisoned king Take it easy, captive king!You are no harder in prison than I am. Majestic father, kneel down!Be strong!Disaster is imminent, panic, this is the specialty of the jackal.A king in prison is most honorable when he despises the prison and the jailer. Aspiring young people, let your heart be at peace!Look at me, I'm like you, living in the middle, and a slave too.The difference between us is that I often have nightmares, and this nightmare is afraid of being close to you. You and I were driven out of our country, away from our family and old friends.And don't be restless!Like me, bear the boundless pain, and laugh at those cowards who outnumber us, but whose will is far less strong than ours! People are deaf and deaf, so what's the use of shouting and making noise? Before you, I shouted loudly into their ears, but nothing stopped me but the shadows.Like you, I have carefully observed their various classes.I found that they were all cowards and poor wretches; they only dared to show off in front of the man in chains, and arrogant in front of the imprisoned. Domineering king, look at the people around the prison, study their faces carefully, how much they are like the lowly subjects of your desert!Among them, some are as timid as rabbits, some are as cunning as foxes, and some are as vicious as snakes and scorpions.However, none of them has the serenity of a rabbit, the cleverness of a fox, or the wisdom of a poisonous snake. King, behold!This one is as dirty as a pig, but its meat cannot be eaten; this one is as strong as a buffalo, but its skin is useless; that one is like a donkey, but it walks on two legs; that one looks like a crow, but it only crows in the temple. ;The one looks like a peacock, coquettish, but it's a pity that it has fake feathers. Majestic King, behold!Look at those palaces and academies, they are all narrow nests, but the people who live in them are happy for the strong walls that shield them from the sun, and are proud that they can't see the stars in the sky.There are dark caves where the flowers of youth wither in their shadows, the flames of love are extinguished in their corners, and dreams are burnt to smoke.It is a strange kind of tunnel, where the cribs of the infants are rocked against the couch of the dying, and the bed of the bride is near the altar of the mortuary. Honorable captive, look at those wide streets and narrow alleys, full of impenetrable mountain streams and valleys, where thieves lie in ambush on the bends, and traitors hide by the dangerous valleys.It is the battlefield of all kinds of desires.Where souls fight, but without swords; where souls bite, but without canine teeth.It is a forest of horrors, and in it dwells an animal tame in appearance, with a fragrant tail and a shining horn, whose laws became crueler, and whose traditions more treacherous; and whose lord was not your equal ——A male lion, but a strange animal: an eagle's beak, dog's claws, and a scorpion's tongue, often squawking like a frog. Imprisoned king, I have stood by you for a long time, babbling in front of you.I would like to redeem you with my soul.But he, an imprisoned heart, thought himself a deposed prince; he, an imprisoned soul, felt himself nearer to the prisoners.Just forgive that young man!Do you not know that he chews words to satisfy his hunger, and he sucks thoughts to quench his thirst. Farewell, stern monarch!Even if we can't meet in this strange world, we must meet in the Shadow World, because that's where the undead gather. jesus on the cross written on good friday Today and every year, human beings wake up from deep sleep, stand in front of the ghosts of the ages, with tears in their eyes, look down at Killegil Mountain, and look at Jesus crucified on the cross... The day passes, the sun sets, and people kneel In front of the idol at the foot of the mountain, they began to worship again. Today, remembrance draws the souls of Christians all over the world to Jerusalem.They stood there in a row, pointing to their chests, gazing intently at the figure wearing the crown of thorns and laurel, and saw the figure stretching its arms, watching the origin of life quietly after the curtain of death... However, the night did not Falling down on today's stage, Christians once again fell asleep lying on their sides under the shadow of oblivion wrapped in the quilts of ignorance and Lu Jun in groups. Every year on this day, philosophers leave their dark caves, thinkers leave their cold huts, poets leave their fantasy valleys, and come to the mountains one after another, stand solemnly, silent, and listen to the voice of a young man, Pointing to the murderer, the young man said, "Holy Father, forgive them! For they do not know what they have done..." But the silence overwhelmed the light, causing philosophers, thinkers, and poets to confine their souls to ancient books. pile. Women are enthusiastic about the joys of life and are fond of gorgeous decorations.Today, women go out of their homes to visit the woman standing at the foot of the cross.But the woman was in great pain, like a tiny sapling, facing the cold winter storm, leaning forward and backward, swaying non-stop.So the women approached her, only to hear her moaning and sobbing. Teenagers come to strange places with the tide of time.Today, the teenagers looked back and saw a thin girl washing the blood on the feet of an upright man with her tears.When they got tired of seeing this scene, they hurriedly laughed and left. Every year on this day, human beings wake up with spring, weep bitterly for the crucifixion of Jesus, and then close their eyes and fall asleep.In spring, they are full of smiles and strutting, gradually turning into summer, wearing golden thread shirts, and the corners of the clothes are full of fragrance. Man is a woman who takes pleasure in mourning the heroes of all ages.If human beings were a man, they would be proud of the honor and dignity of heroes. The human being is a girl, looking at the wounded bird and sighing sadly.However, she is afraid of facing the strong wind, because the strong wind will destroy the dead branches and wash away the muddy water. Human beings regard Jesus as a poor child, a beggar-like life, despised like the weak, crucified like a criminal, so they mourn him and sing him praises.These deeds of human beings are entirely out of respect and reverence for Jesus. For nineteen centuries, people worshiped Jesus as a sign of weakness; yet Jesus was strong, but people didn't understand what it really meant to be strong. Jesus was not timid and cowardly when he was born, nor did he moan in grief when he died, but he was born freely and died heroically. Jesus is not a bird with broken wings, but a hurricane that breaks all crooked wings at the first glance. Jesus came from behind the blue clouds not to make suffering a symbol of life, but to turn life into a symbol of truth and freedom. Jesus feared neither his oppressors nor his enemies; he did not cry out to his executioners.Jesus is the leader of the disciples, a warrior against tyranny and tyranny.When he sees sores and pustules, he will cut them off with his hands; when he hears bad people talking nonsense, he will immediately stop them; Jesus came down from high heaven to earth, not to tear down houses and take their bricks and stones to build churches and ballrooms, in order to lure strong men to serve as priests and monks, but to sow a new soul into the sky, so as to destroy the pile of skeletons The pillars of the throne on the grave, the towering palaces on the tombs, and the idols that stand on the bodies of the weak. Jesus came to the world not to teach people to build towering churches and large-scale colleges next to simple huts and dark houses, but to make people's hearts a temple, their soul an altar, and their mind a pastor. That's what Jesus did.This is the principle of Jesus' willingness to be crucified and martyred.If human beings are clear-sighted, they should stand up today and sing the song of victory. O giant crucified, look at the procession of the ages from Kilgil Hill, listen to the cry of the nations, and heed the eternal dream.You were crucified on the blood-stained cross, more majestic and noble than countless kings sitting on thousands of precious chairs in the Qiandai dynasty; you were fearless when dying, more majestic and majestic than the experienced generals who commanded thousands of troops. . You are full of sorrow, but you are more joyful than the blooming spring; you are trapped in a bitter pool, but you are more relaxed than the gods in the sky; you are in the hands of the executioner, but you are brighter than the sun. The crown of thorns on your head is more majestic than King Bahram's crown; the iron nails on your palm are nobler than Cupid's scepter; the blood drops on your feet are more shining than Astarte's diamond necklace bright.Please forgive the weak who cry for you, because they don't know how to sacrifice their souls!Forgive them, for they do not know that you conquer with death. to compatriots My fellow citizens, what do you want me to do? As long as I use empty promises to build for you ~ an official building decorated with sweet words, a palace paved with yellow beams and dreams?Or do I want to destroy the labyrinths built by crooks and cowards, and level the castles in the air built by rogues for fame? My fellow citizens, what do you want me to do? Shall I coo softly like a dove to please you?Or should I roar like a lion and satisfy myself? I sang for you, but you didn't dance with it; I wailed before you, but you didn't move, you didn't cry.Do you want me to sing and wail? Your minds are hungry, but why do you not eat the bread of knowledge more than the gravel of the valley?Your souls are thirsty, but the source of life flows like a brook around your home, why don't you drink it? The sea has its tides, the moon has its waxing and waning, winter and summer, but the truth is eternal.Why are you trying to uglify the face of truth? The night is quiet, and I invite you to watch the night with the bright moon in the sky and the stars shining brightly, but you jump out of bed in panic, with your swords drawn, and yelling: "Where are the enemies? Let's fight them to the death In the early morning, the enemy soldiers and horses really came, and I shouted to you, but you refused to wake up from your sleep, and continued to lie in your dreams. I said to you, "Come, let us climb the mountain, and I will show you what other kingdoms are like in the world!" But you replied, "Our ancestors and fathers lived in this valley. , died in this ravine, buried in this cave, how shall we leave this place, and go where they have not been?" I said to you: "Let's go! Let's go to the green field of Fangyuan. I want to show you that there are gold mines and treasures there!" But you replied: "There will be bandits and robbers blocking the way in the grassy wilderness. robbery." I said to you, "Come, let us go to the sea, and the sea will give us its treasure." But you answer, "The stormy waves will scare us out of our wits; the sea is unfathomable, and will drown us, engulfed." fellow countrymen!I have loved you.This love hurts me and does you no good.Now, I hate you guys.This kind is very similar to a flood, it will only wash away the dead branches and leaves, and destroy the crumbling hut. fellow countrymen!I have compassion on your weakness.But this kind of pity unabated the weak and made them more passive.Laziness is of no use to life.Now, when I see your weakness, I just feel pity, hateful, contemptible, and shameful. I have shed tears for your humiliation and frustration.My tears are like streams, clear as crystals, but they can't wash away your thick dirt, but only wash away the barriers on my eyes; Anxiety eager flames.Now, at your pain, I smile, a laugh that roars like thunder, not after the storm, but before it. My fellow citizens, what do you want from me? Shall I ask you to take a look at your face in the calm water of the pool?So clear it!Look at what an ugly face that is. Come and take a closer look!Fear has grayed your hair, worry has sunken your eyes into black holes, cowardice has rubbed your cheeks like wrinkled rags, death has kissed your lips and turned them yellow, Like autumn leaves. fellow countrymen!What do you ask of me?What can you ask of your life?Life no longer regards you as its descendants. How can you hope to stand before the sun, when your souls tremble in the hands of priests and wizards, and your flesh trembles between the teeth of tyrants and executioners, and your lands tremble under the iron hooves of enemies and conquerors? Your swords are rusted in their sheaths, your spears are broken, your shields are in the ground, why should you stand on the battlefield? Your religion is for fame, this life is a lie, and the next life is like a cloud of smoke.The poor thing can die and everything will be fine, why should you live? Life is the companionship of will and youth, diligence and maturity, and wisdom and old age.And you, fellow citizens!You were born old, and then your brains shrunk and your skin shrank, so you turned into a bunch of yellow-mouthed children rolling around in the mud and throwing mud and stones at each other. Human beings are like a river, galloping and roaring, carrying rocks, sand and sand for thousands of miles, pouring into the sea.And you, fellow citizens!But it is a filthy swamp, free to crawl, and poisonous snakes scurrying around. The soul is like a blazing fire in the temple, which devours the dry wood, and with the power of the wind, illuminates the faces of the gods.And your souls, fellow citizens!But it was a pile of ashes, blown up by the light wind, scattered on the snow, blown away by the strong wind, and disappeared into the valley. fellow countrymen!I hate you because you don't like honor and wealth. I despise you because you humble yourself. I am your enemy because you are against God and you don't know it! on the temple gate To speak of love, I have cleansed my lips with holy fire.I tried to speak, but found myself dumb. Before I knew love I could sing; When I knew love, the words in my mouth had changed to faint gasps, and the singing in my heart had melted into a deep silence. In the past, you once asked me, where is the beauty of love?I have answered your questions, and you are all satisfied.Now, with love curtains over my eyes, I can only ask you about the characteristics of love, who can answer me?Who can read my mind and show me my soul? A torch, burning in my chest, devoured my vitality and melted my emotions.Can anyone tell me what torch is this? When I was lonely, ~a thick hand grabbed my soul and poured unbearable bitterness and delicious sweet wine into my heart.Can anyone tell me whose giant hand this is? In the quiet night, several wings flapped beside my bed.I calmed down, paid attention to the strange things, listened carefully to the strange voice, bowed my head to meditate on the unknown, and thought deeply about the unsolved problems.I sigh, and the sigh contains pain and trouble; for me, pain and trouble are better than songs and laughter.I succumb to an invisible force; this force brings me back to life again and again.I did not fall asleep until dawn broke in the east.A waking figure quiveres up and down between my tired eyelids; a vision of a dream rocks from side to side on my bed of stone. What exactly is love? An intangible thing, hidden behind the years, out of sight, living in people's hearts, what is it?Please tell me. An absolute concept that produces all these causes and effects, what is that?Please tell me. An unknown force turns life and death into a dream that is stranger than life and deeper than death. What is that?Please tell me. Tell me, people: Is there any one of you who, when the hand of Venus touches his soul, remains insensible and sleeps? Is there a man among you who will not leave his parents and countrymen when the girl he loves calls him? Is there such a person among you who refuses to cross the ocean, across the desert, over the mountains, through the canyons, to meet his sweetheart? If the sweetheart is in the polar region, she has a pure soul, a gentle temperament, and a sweet voice, which young man would not fall in love with her? When God accepts people's prayers and responds to them, who would not be willing to burn cigarettes and offer them before the altar? Yesterday, I stood in front of the temple gate and asked passersby the secret of love. A thin middle-aged man walked in front of me.He called listlessly and sighed: "Love is a gift from God, it was inherited from primitive people." A fit and muscular young man walked past me.He croons: "Love is a wish. It is with us, it connects people's past and future with our present." A sad looking woman walked in front of me.She sighed, and said: "Love is a deadly poison. The black snake in hell swallowed it, sprayed it in the sky, and then fell on the dewdrops; thirsty souls drank this poisonous dew and became drunk for a while." , wake up for a year, and die forever." A girl with a face like a peach blossom walked in front of me.She smiled and said: "Love is the water of a multi-phase river. The morning bride injects it into a strong soul, allowing the soul to rise, condense in front of the stars in the night sky, and shower in the sunshine of the day." A bearded man in black walked past me.He said with a sad face: "Love is a kind of ignorance. It comes with youth and disappears with youth." A handsome, radiant man walked past me.He said happily: "Love is a profound knowledge, which polishes our eyes; what the gods see, we also see." A blind man walked in front of me.He used his cane to explore the way, and said bitterly while walking: "Love is a dense fog, which surrounds the soul layer by layer, covering the picturesque beauty of nature, so that people can only see their own shadows among the rocks." Shaking, all I heard was the echo of my own cry from the deep valley." A young man with a six-stringed violin in his arms walked past me.He hummed a ditty while walking: "Love is a beam of magical light, which comes from the depths of the soul, illuminates the senses of people, makes people see the world as a procession marching on the green grassland, and makes people realize the meaning of life." It's a daydream." A hunchbacked old man walked past me with heavy steps.There seemed to be something wrong with his legs, and he said tremblingly: "Love is a dead body in the grave, a still soul in the eternal world." A five-year-old child walked past me.He jumped up and down, clapped his hands, and shouted with a smile: "Love is my father, and love is my mother. Only my father and my mother know love in the world." During the day, people walked by the gate of the temple, and everyone talked about love according to their own understanding. Everyone wanted to reveal the secret of life, and they all talked freely about their wishes. When night came, no pedestrians came and went, but I heard a voice from the temple: "Life is two halves: one half is dead and motionless, and the other is blazing; love is the burning half." I stepped into the temple gate, knelt down on both knees, worshiped, prayed devoutly, and shouted loudly: "God, please make me a meal of fire, please make me a meal of holy fire. Amen." night An evening for lovers, poets, singers! A night of images, souls, and fantasies! A night of longing, love, and longing! Between the clouds of the evening and the bride of the dawn, O giant, you stand out like a dwarf.You hang a sharp sword on your waist, wear a crown of moonlight on your head, and wear a long gown of silence. You open a thousand eyes to look at the abyss of life, and turn ten thousand ears to listen to the sigh of death. You are darkness, O night, who make us see the brilliant splendor of heaven; but the light of day hides us with the shadow of the earth before us. Night, you are the hope, who opened our eyes to the boundless fear; the day is illusory, in the world of clear measure and measure, but makes us suffer like blind men. O night, you are calm and calm, revealing the mysteries of the souls in heaven with your silence; you are noisy during the day, and arouse the energy of the fallen people at the end of the world with loud noises. Night, you are fair.总将弱者的美梦与强者的意愿拢集在困神的怀抱之中。 夜啊，你是仁慈之神，用无形的手指让不幸者会上眼，遂将他们的灵魂带往温和人间。 在你蓝色的衣精里，爱慕者们倾吐自己的心绪；在你沾满露珠的双脚上，寂寞者们挥洒自己的泪滴；在你那散发着河谷幽香的手心里，异乡客留下自己的记忆。你是爱慕者的良朋；你是孤独者的亲人；你是异乡客的伙伴；你是寂寞人的挚友。 诗人的情感，在你的身影下匍匐；圣哲的灵魂，在你的双肩上苏醒；思想家的才智，在你的发辔里蠕动。你是诗人的递词者；你是圣贤的启迪人；你是思想家的传授师；你是观察家的提示神。 当我的心厌恶了人类，我的眼懒于再看白昼的时候，便向遥远的旷野走去；因为那里栖息着先人的灵魂。 在那里，我看见一个黑色庞然大物，生着千只脚，信步在平川、幽谷。 在那里，我定神凝视幽暗处的眼睛，侧耳倾听无形翅膀扇动，伸手触摸寂静之神的衣领。 在那里，我面对阴森夜幕，不时自我鼓气壮胆。 在那里，我看到一个巨人身影，耸立天地之间，头顶云朵，身裹雾慢，傲视太阳，戏弄白天，蔑视跪在偶像前熬眼的信徒，责斥身卧锦缎的君王，怒目盯着盗贼的嘴脸，忠实守护在孩童枕边；为烟花女的微笑而悲痛垂泪；因情侣的啼哭而顿绽笑颜；借你的双手，高高举起胸怀宽广的大丈夫；假你的双脚，狠狠踢开心胸狭窄的怯懦汉。 在那里，我看到了你，你也看到了我。你威严，你是我的慈父；我梦想做你的儿子，拆除你我之间的屏障，撕毁你我脸上遮罩着的猜疑面纱。你向我倾诉了你心头的秘密；我向你诉述了我灵魂中的希冀。你的威严化成了比鲜花更美、比蜜语更甜的歌声；我的恐惧变成了比鸟儿安详、可爱的柔情。你把我高高举过头，让我坐在你的肩膀上。你教我放眼远望，洗耳恭听，佩侃叙谈。你教我爱人所不爱，你教我恨人所不恨。你用手指抚摩我的头，于是，我的思想纵横驰骋，化为江河，欢歌奔腾，冲走调草败叶；你用双唇亲吻我的灵魂，于是，我的灵魂轻轻摇动，化为火炬，炽烧怒燃，吞没枯枝朽木。 夜啊，我与你形影不离，直到我变得和你一模一样。我爱你呀，因为你我口味相投。我了解你啊，变成了你的缩影。你在我那黯淡的心中，布满了耀眼的繁星。夜幕垂降，钟爱之神将群星点缀在苍穹；晨光初照，恐惧之神又将繁星收拢。我心中有一轮圆月，时而闪现在乌云密布的天上，时而出没于充满梦幻的旷野。我那不眠的灵魂何其平静，它道出了敬慕者的心愿，听到了崇拜者祈祷的回声。我的头周围有一层神奇的外壳，临死者的喉鸣声将之撕裂，返老还重者的歌声又把它台缝。 啊，夜呀，我像你；人们会揣测我因此而自豪；而他们，则因自己像火，引以为荣。 我像你，我俩都是无辜的被告。 我的性情、爱好、品格和梦想，无不像你。 我像你，虽然我没有金色云霞桂冠。 我像你，虽然晨姑没给我的衣服绣上金边。 我像你，虽然我身上没有裹着云汉。 我是连绵、舒展、寂静、紊乱的夜。我的黑暗没有开头，也没有终点。当人们的眼睛里闪烁着欢悦光芒站起来时，我的灵魂却凄楚黯然，升入云天。 夜啊，我像你；但是，我的黎明不会降临，直至笑迎大限。 神女 神女啊，你想把我带到何方？ 穿山越岭，道路崎岖，荆棘丛生，可使我们身登九天，心人深渊。我跟随着你，要走到何月何年？ 我扯着你的衣角，宛如孩子跟着母亲。我跟在你的身后，忘却了自己的幻梦。我望着你那羞花容貌，对周围晃动的人影一概视而不见，只觉得你有一种无形力量，将我紧紧引牵。 神女啊，请稍停片刻，让我仔细看看你的容颜！我走累了。这路途多么险，我的心儿为之抖颤。歇歇脚吧！我们已来到三岔路口，这是生与死的界限。我决不再前进一步，除非弄明你的意愿。 神女啊，你听我说。 昨天，我还是一只自由的小岛，展翅翻飞在湍湍溪流之上，鼓翼翱翔在广阔云天之间；暮色苍茫，我高栖枝头，极目眺望太阳神在傍晚建造、在落山前捣毁的彩霞城廊里的广厦、宫殿。 我像思想、意念，独自驰骋在地北天南，饱赏生活的美妙与欢乐，寻觅世间的奥秘与忧愤。 我又似梦幻，辗转奔波在夜幕之间，穿过窗子缝隙，来到熟睡少女的绣榻，戏逗她们那天真的情感。尔后，我又坐在老年人的床边，洗耳恭听他们诉述真诚的心愿。 神女啊，我今天遇到了你。我因吻过你的手而中毒，成了你的一名俘虏，拖着沉重的枷锁，来到了一个陌生的地方。我成了一条醉汉，仍想喝那夺去我的理智的醇酒，还要亲吻抽打过我的面颊的手掌。 神女啊，你停一停！我的体力已经恢复，我也已砸断了沉重的镣铐，摔碎了斟酒的杯盏。你想让我做什么，要把我带到何方？ 我已经恢复了自由。难道你想让我变成一位自由伙伴：傻眼死盯着太阳，徒手抓火不打颤？ 我再次打开了我的心扉。难道你想陪伴一位消磨时光的青年——白日，似苍鹰盘旋翱翔在大山之间；夜晚，如猛狮雄踞沙漠莽原？ 你可满足于一个男子的爱慕，把爱情看成朋友，拒绝将之当做圣贤？ 你可满足于一颗狂爱之心，它既不屈服，也不怕火炼？ 你可满足于一颗柔韧的心灵，它在风暴面前摇动，但不被折断；它伴飓风而狂舞，但不会被连根拔起。 你希望我成为一个既不奴役人，又不被人奴役的人吗？ 这是我的手，请用你那嫩白的手轻摇！这是我的躯体，请用你那柔软的双臂拥抱！这是我的嘴，请你深深一吻，时间要长，切莫作声。 自尽之前 昨天，我心爱的女子坐在这寂静的房间里。 她头靠着这柔软的玫瑰色锦枕，用这只水晶杯饮着接香精的美酒。 这都是昨天的事。昨天是梦幻，一去不复返。 今天，我心爱的女子已奔向遥远、空荡、荒芜、寒冷的地方，那里被称为空旷淡忘园。 我心爱女子的指纹仍然留在水晶镜子上，她那浓郁、芳香的气息依旧存在我的衣招里，她的话音依然在我房间里回荡。但是，我心爱的女子却早已奔向远方，那里被称为淡忘园；至于她的指印、香气、魂影，则将留在这个房间，直到明天。那时，我将打开窗子，请来风神，刮走美女留给我的全部赠品。 我心爱女子的画像依旧挂在床边；她写给我的情书，仍然存放在镶嵌着玛假、珍珠的银盒子里；她送给我作爱情信物的金黄额发，一直放在碍香村里的锦囊里边。所有这些，均放在原地，等待着明天。 当东方透出黎明曙光，我将打开窗子，让风神显威，把这一切带到黑暗中去，带到吸神栖身的地方。 青年朋友们，我心爱的女子就像你们心上的女子一样，她是一位 罕见的女性，造物主赐予她鸽子般的温柔驯从，毒蛇般的反复无常， 孔雀般的妖艳妩媚，豺狼般的凶狠残暴，白玫瑰般的丰润多姿，黑夜似的阴森凄迷，外加一把炭灰，一勺海沫。 童年时代，我便认识了那位心爱的女子。我伴着她奔跑好戏在田野里；我抓着她的衣角漫步在大街上。 少年时代，我认识了她。在字里行间找到了她的形象；在天空的乌云间，看见了她的身影；从溪水淙淙声里，听到了她那悦耳的歌声。 青年时代，我认识了她。我和她对坐畅谈，征询意见，交流心底秘密，倾吐肺腑忠言。 所有这一切，都发生在昨天。昨天是梦幻，一去不复返。今天，她已奔向遥远、空荡、荒芜、寒冷的地方，人称之日淡忘园。 我心爱的女子名叫生命。 生命是～位窈窕淑女，令我们神魂为之倾倒。她给我们许下许多愿：假若不能兑现，我们的耐心，便会云消雾散；倘使忠于诺言，我们便永不知厌倦。 生命是美女，用情人的泪水沐浴，以仇敌的鲜血当香水洒身。 生命是美女，身着白昼为表、黑夜村里的衣衫。 生命是美女，乐意以人心为友，但不愿与之结成终身侣伴。 生命是娼妓，诚然标致；但是，谁与她共枕，必定厌恶她那妖艳容颜。 我们与你们 我们是忧愁之子，你们是欢乐之子。 我们是忧愁的儿子，忧愁是神灵的身影，神灵不在邪恶身旁滋生。我们生有痛苦的心灵；痛苦巨大，小小心灵无地容纳。欢笑的人们哪，我们嚎哭，我们悲痛。谁用自己的眼泪洗澡，他将永远洁净。 你们不认识我们，而我们了解你们。你们顺着生活的急流匆匆而去，从不回头望望我们；而我们，则坐在河畔，能看到你们的身影，能听到你们的脚步声。你们听不见我们的呐喊，因为岁月的嘈杂声充斥了你们的耳间；而我们，则能听到你们歌唱，因为黑夜的低声细语启迪了我们的听觉器官。我们能看到你们，因为你们站在黑暗里的光明之处；你们则看不见我们，因为我们坐在光明中的黑影之间。 我们是忧愁的儿子。我们是圣贤，我们是诗人，我们是乐师。我们用心中的丝线为神灵编织衣裳，我们用胸中的种子充满天主的谷仓。你们是欢乐的儿子。你们把自己的心置放在幽静之神的手中，卤为它的手指柔软；你们乐意离群索居，因为房中没镜子能照出你们的容面。 我们叹息，花儿喊喊，树枝沙沙，溪水淙淙，和着叹息一道升腾；而你们，则在微笑，口里泻出的尽是嘲弄讥讽，酷似蛇毒注入人的伤口中。 我们啼哭，因为我们目睹了寡母的不幸、孤儿的可怜；你们微笑，因为你们的眼里只有黄金闪光。我们垂泪，因为我们耳闻了穷人的呻吟、被压迫者的呐喊；你们欢乐，因为你听到的只有任骼杯盏。 我们悲哀，因为天主将我们的灵魂与躯壳割裂分离；你们欢欣，因为你们的躯体依附着大地。 我们是忧愁的儿子，你们是欢乐的儿子。来吧，将我们的忧愁根源和你们的欢乐果实一起放在太阳神面前。 你们用奴隶的骷髅砌起了金字塔；至今，金字塔依旧巍然屹立在大漠之上，向历代人倾述着我们的永恒与你们的灭亡。我们用自由者的手臂捣毁了巴士底狱；各民族人民重复着巴土底狱这个名字，祝福我们，诅咒我们。你们在懦弱者的躯体上筑起了巴比伦空中花园， 你们在壮士的坟墓上建造了尼尼微宫殿；如今，巴比伦、尼尼微却成了广漠上骆驼足迹的友伴。我们以玉石雕成了阿施塔特像；如今，玉石静立思动，无声欲言。我们拨动琴弦，欢奏纳哈万德曲；乐曲唤来了知音者们那盘旋翱翔在广阔蓝天上的灵魂。我们用线条和色彩画出了玛丽妞肖像；色彩犹如天使的情感，线条酷似神灵的思想。 你们身不离娱乐场，而娱乐场的魔爪在罗马和安塔基亚的舞台上葬送了多少壮士；我们喜欢寂静，寂静的手指写出了《荷马史诗人《约伯记》和《特韵长诗》。你们与淫荡之神共枕同眠，淫荡风暴将上千支妇女灵魂的队伍卷入了耻辱、败坏的深渊；我们崇尚离群索居， 在幽静的环境里，成就了《悬诗》、《哈姆雷特》和《神曲》名篇。你们与贪婪之心促膝夜谈，贪婪之剑造成了干条血河；我们始终驰骋想像之力，以幻想之手从高天光环来来了智慧花朵。 我们是忧愁之子，你们是欢乐之子。我们的忧愁与你们的欢乐之间障碍重重，羊肠小道崎岖艰险，你们的宝马华车无法通行。 我们同情你们的心胸狭窄，你们却憎恶我们的豁达坦然；站在我们的同情与你们的憎恶之间，时光老人也会感到难堪。 我们接近你们，将你们当做朋友，而你们却攻击我们，把我们看成敌人；友好和敌对之间隔着一条鸿沟，沟中尽是眼泪和污血。 我们为你们建造宫殿，你们却为我们挖掘墓坑；堂皇宫殿与黑暗基坑之间，人类以铁脚穿行。 我们用鲜花为你们垫路，你们却用猎获为我们铺床；真理在鲜花和疾寨之间久题长眠。 起初，你们以粗野的软弱对付我们温柔的刚强。你们一时压倒了我们，青蛙似地鼓噪鸣唱；而我们永远地战胜了你们，却像巨人，默不作声。你们把耶稣钉在十字架上，站在四周，嘲笑、亵渎他；但是，时隔不久，耶稣从十字架上下来，巨人般地走去，以灵魂和真理制服人们，将他的尊荣、仁慈洒满人间。 你们毒死了苏格拉底，以石击死了保罗，杀死了加利略，暗害了阿里·本·文比·塔里布，绞死了米达哈特帕夏；如今，这些人像凯旋的伟大英雄豪杰，永远活在世人的心间。然而你们，却像覆盖着尘土的僵尸一样留在人们的记忆里，不知是谁把你们埋葬在淡忘与空荡的黑暗之间。 我们是忧愁的儿子，忧愁是乌云，把吉祥、智慧之雨露降在人间大地；你们是欢乐的儿子，欢乐像烟柱，随时可因微风沙十力而无踪无迹。