Chapter 12 pioneer

Inscription You are the forerunner of yourself, the tower you built is only the foundation of your "big self", and your "I" will become the new foundation. I am also my forerunner, and the shadow that stretched before me at sunrise will gather at my feet at noon; the next sunrise will spread a new shadow, and it will gather again at the next noon. We have always been, and always will be, pioneers of ourselves.What we have picked in the past and in the future are only seeds to be sown on unplowed fields.We are the fields, the plowmen, the pickers, and the picked. When you are a wish lingering in the mist, I also linger in it.We look for each other, our desire grows a dream, that dream is endless, that dream is endless.

When you are a silent word on the quivering lips of life, I am another silent word on those lips.Then life speaks to us, and we are born and grow up amidst the trembling of recalling yesterday and yearning for tomorrow.Yesterday was the god of death, and tomorrow is the new life of hope. Now we are in the hand of God, you are the sun in his right hand, and I am the earth in his left hand; but you who shine, are not brighter than I, who is illuminated. We, the sun and the earth, are only the beginning of a greater sun and earth.We are always the beginning. Stranger who passes my garden gate, you are your own forerunner.

I am also my pioneer, though I appear motionless, sitting quietly in the shade of my tree. god's clown Once a dreamer came from the desert to the great city of Sheria; all he had was the clothes he was wearing and a stick in his hand. Walking on the street, he was in awe and amazed at the palaces, minarets, and palaces in front of him. Sheria City is so magnificent!He stopped pedestrians from time to time and asked about the situation of the city, but neither he nor the pedestrians could understand each other's language. It was noon, and he stopped in front of a big hotel.The restaurant is made of golden yellow marble, and people come in and out through the door without being stopped.

"This must be a temple!" he said to himself as he entered.When he got inside, he was surprised to find that there was a gorgeous hall in front of him, with couples of men and women sitting around one table after another, eating and drinking, and enjoying the music. The dreamer thought to himself: "No, this is not worshiping the gods. The prince must be entertaining the people with a banquet to celebrate some great ceremony." At this time, a man--the dreamer thought he was the prince's servant--came up, asked him to sit down, and brought meat, wine, and exquisite cakes.

Dreamer had a good meal, and then got up to take his leave.When he reached the door, he was stopped by a big, well-dressed man. "This must be the Prince himself," he thought, and bowed to the tall man in thanks. The big man said in the language of the town: "Sir, you have not paid for your dinner." The dreamer didn't understand, and thanked him again sincerely. The big man looked at him carefully, and saw that he was a stranger. With his shabby clothes, he must be the one who couldn't pay for the meal.So he slapped his hand, shouted again, and immediately four patrolmen came.After listening to the big man's narration, the two of them took the dreamer away.Dreamer saw that these people were dressed in style and majesty, and his eyes were even more happy.

He thought: "They are all superior people!" They walked and walked until they entered the gate of the courthouse. I saw a person sitting on the front seat in front of the hall, with a beautiful beard and long beard, and a majestic attire. The dreamer reckoned that he was the king, and he couldn't help being overjoyed that he had the honor to meet the king. The patrolmen charged the dreamer before the majestic judge.The judge now appointed two lawyers, one to represent the plaintiff and the other to defend the stranger.The two lawyers stood up to speak one after another, expounding their defense words.As for the dreamers, they just thought they were giving a welcome speech.He was extremely grateful for the hospitality of the king and prince.

The verdict was announced: the defendant was sentenced to a wooden shackle with a book on his chest, and he rode a bald horse to show the public in the city, with a trumpeter and a drummer each leading the way.The sentence is executed immediately. The dreamer on a bald horse is shown in the street by the trumpeter and the drummer.The townspeople, hearing the uproar, poured into the streets, laughing at the sight before them, and the children walked through the streets after the dreamer.The dreamer has long been overjoyed, looking at the crowd happily.He thought that the wooden shackle on his chest represented the king's blessing, and that riding a horse was a great honor.

Suddenly, he saw an acquaintance from the desert on his horse, so he shouted 114 to him happily: "Friend! friend! what is this place? What is the name of this happy city? Do you know that they gave a banquet in the palace for a stranger, accompanied by the prince himself, and the king put a plaque on his chest, and let This earthly paradise greets the city—what kind of generous nation is this?" The acquaintance from the desert didn't answer, just smiled and shook his head slightly.The parade continued on. The head of the dreamer is held high, and the light of joy is shining in the eyes!

love Rumor has it that jackals and moles and the lion in the forest Drink from the same stream. rumored eagle and vulture And pecked at the same dead body, share the moment of the dead They are always in peace. Ah, love!your noble hand Had mastered my desires, put my hunger and thirst exalted to pride and pride; Don't let my strong and eternal self, Diet seduces my weak self wine and bread; Might as well make me hungry, Make my heart run dry, Let me die, wipe out! I'd rather not reach out Grab your unfulfilled cup, Your unblessed bowl. reclusive country worker I was told that in a forest surrounded by mountains lived a young man who had once been king of a great country across two rivers.It is also said that he left the throne, and the country where he could be proud, quite voluntarily, to live in the wilderness.

I thought, I'm going to visit this person and explore his inner secrets, because the person who can abandon the kingdom must be greater than the kingdom. On the same day, I came to the forest where this man lived in seclusion, and saw him sitting under a cypress tree, holding a reed pipe, as if holding a stick.I saluted him like a king, and he looked back at me and asked kindly, "Why did you come to this secluded wood? To seek your lost self in the shade? To return home at dusk?" I said, "I am looking for you. I want to know why you left your kingdom and came to this forest."

He replied: "My story is as simple as the bursting of the bubble is an instant thing: One day, I was sitting in front of a window in the palace, and the royal chamberlain and a foreign envoy were walking in the garden, and they approached my window At that time, the chief attendant was talking about himself: I am as fond of strong wine and all kinds of gambling as the king, and I am as bad-tempered as the king. As they said, they went away in the woods. After a while, they turned back again. The chief attendant once talked about me: the king is also a sharpshooter who can shoot through Yang like me, and he also loves music like me, and he bathes three times in the sun." After a pause, the king continued: "I left the palace at dusk that day. I only took my clothes as luggage. Because I don't want to be the ruler of people anymore. They take my faults as their own and take their strengths It's all mine." I said, "That's a really weird story to hear." He replied: "No, friend, you knocked on my silent door, and what you got was only the skin. Who would not give up the kingdom for a forest where time sings and dances forever? How many people have given up their country just to live alone to seek sweet peace in the midst of the world; countless eagles have descended from the sky to join the mole, to find the mysteries of the earth. Some forsake the kingdom of dreams, lest they should be regarded as aliens by the dreamless; others forsake the kingdom of nakedness, to hide Rise up, lest others be ashamed of beholding truth and beauty exposed; and the greatest is he who forsakes the kingdom of sorrow, so that he will not be regarded as lonely and vain." As he spoke, he stood up leaning on his stick, and said, "Now go back to the big city and sit in front of the city gate to observe all the people who come in and out. You will find that some people are born with the spirit of a king, but they don't have a king's standing; A man who is a subject, is a king in spirit—though neither he nor his subjects know it; and there is a man who appears to be a ruler, but is really the slave of his own servants." After saying this, he smiled at me with a thousand dawns on his lips.Then he turned away and went into the depths of the forest. I went back to the city, sat at the gate of the city according to his instructions, and watched the pedestrians coming and going.From then to now, the figures of countless "kings" have passed by me, but the subjects who have passed by my figure are rarely seen. lion's daughter Four servants stood and fanned the old queen who was asleep on the throne.The queen was snoring, and on her lap lay a cat; it was moaning and gazing idly at the servants. The first servant spoke: "How ugly this old woman sleeps! Look at her drooping mouth, and see how hard she is breathing, as if the devil is choking her throat." The cat snorted and said, "No matter how ugly she is sleeping, it's not half as ugly as you waking slaves." The second slave said, "You think sleep will smooth her wrinkles, not deepen them; in fact, on the contrary, look at the wrinkles on her face, she must be dreaming of some demon." The cat hummed: "Why don't you go to sleep and dream of your freedom?" A third servant said, "Perhaps she is dreaming that all the people she has killed are parading." The cat snorted and said, "Yes, she is dreaming of your ancestors and descendants parading." The fourth servant said: "It's good to say good things about her, but it can't relieve my fatigue from standing and fanning." The cat hummed: "You will be fans of people forever and ever, because the information in heaven is the same as it is on earth." At this time, the old queen suddenly lowered her head.Her crown fell to the ground. "This is a bad omen," said a servant. The cat hummed: "What is bad for one is good for another." The second servant said, "If she wakes up and finds that the crown has fallen, she will surely kill us." The cat hummed: "She has killed you since the day you were born, and you don't know it at all." The third servant said, "Indeed, she will kill us and say it is a sacrifice to the gods." The cat snorted, "Only the weak are sacrificed to the gods." The fourth servant quieted his companion, and gently picked up the crown, and placed it on the queen's head carefully so as not to wake her. The cat snorted: "Only a slave can put back the fallen crown on the master's behalf!" After a while, the old queen woke up. She looked around and yawned and said, "I had a dream. On the trunk of an old oak tree, four caterpillars were being chased by a scorpion: I don't like it." Dream." After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again, and the snoring started again after a while.The four servants continued to fan her. The cat murmured, "Slap, slap, you fools! You slap the flames that consume you." atrocities Thus sang the female dragon who guarded the seven caves of Haida: "My mate will come on the waves. His thunderous roar will fill the earth with terror, and the fire from his nostrils will burn in the air. At the eclipse we shall be husband and wife, and at the eclipse I shall Give birth to a St. George who will kill me later." So sang the female dragon who guarded the seven caves by the sea. saint Once when I was young I visited a saint in the quiet wood beyond the hills.While he and I were discussing the nature of virtue, a weary thief came staggering along the mountain path.As he approached the woods, he knelt at the saint's feet and begged: "O saint, I want your comfort! My sins are a burden to me!" The saint replied: "My sins have become my burden too." Thief: "But I am a thief, a robber." Saint: "I am also a thief, a robber." Thief: "I'm still a murderer, and the blood of many people is screaming in my ears." Saint: "I am also a murderer, and there are many people's blood screaming in my ears." Thief: "I have committed countless crimes." Saint: "I too have committed countless crimes." At this time the thief stood up and stared at the saint with a strange look in his eyes; then he walked away quickly and walked down the hill. I turned my head and asked the saint, "Why did you invent all kinds of crimes for yourself? Have you ever thought about it, this person won't convince you anymore after he's gone. " The sage replied: "It is true that he will not trust me anymore, but he left with a lot of comfort." Just at this moment we heard the thief's song in the distance, and the song of joy echoed throughout the valley. Feast When I was roaming around, I once saw on an island a monster with a head and iron feet, eating dirt and drinking sea water without stopping.I watched for a long time, then approached and asked, "Are you never satisfied? Is your hunger never quenched?" The monster replied: "No, I am satisfied, I am even weary of eating and drinking; but I am afraid that tomorrow there will be no earth to eat and no sea to drink." big ego It's finally over.Nufsibal, king of Bybros, returned to his bedroom after his coronation ceremony. This was the house built for him by three wizards who lived in seclusion in the mountains.He took off his crown and royal robes, and stood in the middle of the room intoxicated: he is the sovereign king of Byblos! Suddenly he turned his head and found a naked man walking out of the big silver mirror his mother gave him. The king was shocked and asked the man, "What are you doing?" The naked man replied, "I have only one question: why do people make you king?" "Because I am the noblest man in this land," said the king. Man: "If you are still nobler than others, you will not be able to be a king." King: "Because I am the bravest in the land, they made me king." Man: "If you are still as brave as ever, you won't be a king anymore." King: "Because I am the wisest of men, they made me king." Man: "If you were still wise, you wouldn't be elected king." At this moment the king fell suddenly, and wept bitterly. The naked man looked down at him, took the crown, and placed it gently on the king's bowed head. Then, looking at the king with loving eyes again, he walked into the silver mirror. The king stood up, and immediately looked into the mirror.All he saw was himself wearing the crown. War and Weak Peoples On the prairie, a goat and its lamb are grazing; high in the sky, a vulture is circling, eyes greedily staring at the lamb below.Just as it was about to swoop down for the food, another vulture came and flew over the goat and lamb with the same greedy thoughts in mind.So the two rivals fought in the air, and the air resounded with their horrific cries. The goat looked up and was confused, so he lowered his head and said to the lamb: What a strange thing!My child, those two noble birds would kill each other!Can't this vast sky let them fly?Pray, boy, and ask God from your heart to bring peace to your winged brother. " The little lamb prayed from the bottom of his heart. critic One evening, a man riding a horse on his way to the sea came to a roadside inn.Like the people on the road to the sea, he believed in the behavior of people at night. After he got off his horse, he hung the horse on a tree beside the shop, and then went into the hotel. At midnight, a thief stole the horse while the people were asleep. The next morning, the traveler woke up and found that the horse had been stolen. He felt very sorry for the loss of the horse, but also for someone who secretly thought about it. At this moment, the tenants came and stood around him talking. "You're a fool, how can you tie a horse out of the barn?" "What's even more foolish is that you never tied up the horse's legs." "Riding a horse to the sea is a foolish thing in itself." "Only lazy men and slow-legged people have horses." The traveler was very puzzled, and finally shouted: "My friends, just because my horse was stolen, you blamed me one by one; but the strange thing is, why don't you add a word of condemnation to the horse thief?" poet Four poets sat around a table with a bowl of wine. The first poet said: "I seem to use my third eye to see the mellow aroma of this fine wine permeating the air, just like a flock of birds flying in a charming forest." The second poet raised his head and spoke: "Through my inner ear I hear the song of these misty birds, and the melodious song penetrates into my heart, as a white rose wraps its petals around the honeybee ." The third poet closed his eyes, stretched his hands, and said generously: "I touched them with my hands, and I felt their wings, just like a sleeping fairy, gently exhaling towards my fingers." Then the fourth poet stood up, held up his bowl, and said, "Oh, my friends! I am too dull of sight, of hearing, of touch, to neither see the aroma nor hear the song of this wine." , let alone feel the beating of its wings, all I know is the bowl of fine wine itself. It seems that I should drink it now to make myself more sensitive, so as to reach the state of your ecstasy." After speaking, he raised the bowl to his lips, raised his head and drank down the fine wine. The three poets grinned, stunned.In their eyes, there is a strong hatred that is no longer poetic. wind vane The weather vane said to the wind, "Look how annoying and boring you are! Can't you go somewhere else and stop shaving in my face? You are the one who has broken the peace that God has given me!" The wind didn't answer, just laughed in the air. king of aladdus On one occasion, the elders of the city of Aladdus had an audience with the king and asked him to forbid the consumption of wine and other alcoholic beverages in the city. The king turned away, smiled coldly and walked away. The elders retreated from the court in panic. At the gate of the palace, they met the head of the court attendant. When he saw the embarrassment on the faces of the elders, he understood the reason. "It's a pity, my friends," said the chamberlain, "but if you ever find the king drunk, he will grant your request." deep in self In the depths of my heart, there are birds flying up to the sky. The bird is flying higher and higher, but it is getting bigger and bigger. At first it was only the size of a swallow, then it became like a lark, like a vulture, like a spring cloud, and finally it hid the starry sky. In the depths of my heart, there is a bird flying to the sky, the bird flies high and becomes huge again, but it never flies out of my heart. O my faith, my untamed knowledge!How can I fly to your height and see the "big self" of the person printed in the air with you? How can I turn the sea in my heart into a cloud of smoke, and follow you in the vast and unpredictable sky to despise virtue? How can the prisoner in the palace get a glimpse of the magnificent vault of the palace? How can the core of the fruit expand so as to contain the fruit? Oh, my faith, I am in chains, in this cage with silver and black fences, I can't fly with you. However, in the depths of my heart, you fly to the sky, it is my heart that contains you, and I can be satisfied with it. dynasty The queen of Ishanai Kingdom is experiencing the pain of childbirth. The king and the important officials of the court are waiting in the "Flying Bull Hall". They hold their breath and are extremely anxious. At dusk, a messenger hurried into the hall. He bowed down before the king, and the ticket said: "I have brought good news to His Majesty the King, to the country, and to the servants of the King: The tyrant of the Bytron Kingdom, the King Your Majesty's sworn enemy, the warlike Mihrab, is dead!" After hearing this, the king and his ministers all stood up and cheered, because as long as the mighty Mihrab is alive, he will definitely harass the Ishatiao Kingdom and take its people captive. At the same time, the imperial doctor brought the midwives to the "Fei Niu Hall".The imperial doctor bowed down in front of the king, and said: "Your Majesty, the King, will live forever! Your Majesty's rule over Yishatiao will be passed on forever; because at this very moment, Your Majesty, you have a precious son, and someone will inherit the country!" " The royal face of the king is even more joyful. At the same time, the mortal enemy is gone, and the royal family has continued. It is really double happiness. Let's say that there is an extremely effective prophet in the city of Yishatiao, who is young and dares to speak out.That night the king sent someone to bring a prophet to him.After the prophet was brought to the court, the king ordered: "Foretell, what will be the future of the new prince of our country today?" The prophet replied without hesitation: "Oh! Listen, king, let me tell you about the future of your prince born today: the ghost of Mihrab, the king's sworn enemy, who died in the evening of yesterday, only sent a cloud in the wind. On this day, he found another body to be reborn; the one he reincarnated was none other than your new prince." The king was furious, drew his sword and killed the prophet. Since then, the sages of Ishanai have often told each other in secret: "Don't you know, there have been legends since ancient times: Ishanai was ruled by the enemy?!" Truth and half-knowledge Four frogs were lying on a log floating by the river.Suddenly several waves rushed in, and the wood topped the waves and slowly drifted downstream.The frogs were very happy because it was their first voyage. Not long after, a frog said: "This wood is really amazing, it can move, as if it is alive, it is really unheard of." The second frog said, "No, friend, this log, like other logs, does not move; what moves is the river, which moves to the sea, and carries us and this log with it." But the third frog said: "The wood and the river water can't move, what moves is our mind; without mind, all motion ceases to exist." The three frogs argued about what was moving. The more they argued, the louder their voices became, but they were still unconvinced. So they turned to the fourth frog, who had been listening carefully to what was being said, but said nothing.The frogs asked it to express its opinion. It said: "You are all right, and you are all right. It is the wood, the river, and our thoughts that move." The three frogs were furious after hearing this, because no one wanted to accept that their own views were not completely correct, and others' views were not completely wrong. Then a strange thing happened: the three frogs and the enemy steam pushed the fourth frog into the river with all their strength. white paper says so A piece of paper as white as snow said: "I was born pure and flawless, and I hope that this purity will last forever. I would rather be burned and reduced to ashes than black stain me, and dirt not come near me." Hearing Bai Zhi's words, Inkpot smiled secretly in his black heart, and then he never dared to approach Bai Zhi again.After listening to the words of the white paper, the colored pen never touches it again. Sure enough, this piece of white paper was able to perpetuate its whiteness and purity: white, pure, and empty. scholars and poets Said the snake to the lark, "You can fly high, but you cannot go deep into the earth; where the spirit of life surges in perfect silence." Skylark replied: "Yes, you know everything, not only that, your wisdom is unparalleled. It's a pity that H can't fly!" As if the snake had not heard the lark's answer, the snake continued, "You cannot see the mysteries hidden in the depths, and have no reason to squirm among the treasures of the subterranean kingdom. Just yesterday I was inhabiting a ruby ​​cave, where and mature As in the belly of a pomegranate, the faintest light turns the stone into a flaming rose. Who but I has the privilege of witnessing such a spectacle?" Skylark: Yes, only you can crouch in the crystal memorial of the past.It's a pity - you can't sing! " Snake: "I also know that there is a plant rooted deep in the heart of the earth. Whoever eats this root will become more beautiful than Astarte." Skylark: "Only you, only you can reveal the deep and strange thoughts of the earth. Unfortunately - you can't fly!" Snake: "Under a great mountain, there is a stream of purple water. Whoever drinks this water will become immortal like a god. I am sure that no other bird or beast knows this stream of purple water." Skylark: "If you wish, you will be as immortal as the gods. Unfortunately - you can't sing!" Snake: "I also know of a temple in the ground, and I go there once a month to look for it; that temple was built by a tribe of giants that had long been forgotten. On the walls are inscribed the mysteries of the past and the present. Who will read this inscription?" , you will be able to know everything from the past to the present.” Skylark: "Really, if you want, your curled body can contain all the knowledge of the world, ancient and modern. It's a pity that you can't fly!" Now the snake was finally bored, and as it turned around and burrowed into the cave, it said bitterly, "The empty-headed kabuki!" The skylark also sang and flew away: "But you can't sing! It's a pity, Grand Master, it's a pity that you can't fly!" value A man unearths a stunning marble statue in his field.He took the statue, found a collector who loved all kinds of art, and was about to sell it.The collector paid a high price to buy it, and the two broke up after the incident. On the way home, the seller held a lot of money in his hand, and said to himself happily: "How much glory and wealth will this money bring! Why do some people pay such a price in exchange for a piece that has been buried in the ground for thousands of years, dreaming A rock that no one has ever dreamed of? Incredible!" At the same time, the collector is looking at the statue, thinking to himself: "It's so vivid, so ingenious! What a beautiful elf, who came back to life after sleeping for thousands of years! Why would someone exchange such a rare one for a boring one?" How much money?" out of the ocean One fish said to the other, "Above our sea, there is another sea, and there are creatures swimming there, just as we live here." Another fish replied, "It's pure fantasy! Don't you know that anything that stays an inch out of our waters and stays outside for a moment dies. How do you prove that there are life in other oceans?" " repent Someone took advantage of the dark night to swim into the neighbor's vegetable garden, picked the biggest watermelon and stole it back home. When I opened it, it turned out to be a raw melon. Then a miracle happened: He found out his conscience, regretted it, and repented for stealing the watermelon. The Dying Vulture Hold on, hold on, my urgent friend, Soon, I will hand over this useless skin. futile pain, wearing out your patience; I won't keep you waiting any longer, Honest and hungry dude. But this chain, though made of breath, not easy to break, death wish-- stronger than any desire, The wish being born— Weak as all desire fetters. Forgive me, man, I stuck around for too long. Memory rules my soul: That was the distant time that marched by, Is a youthful fantasy in a dream, It is a face that tells my eyelids not to close, is a voice that lingers in the ear, Another arm touching my arm. Forgive me, you waited too long. Well now, everything is withered— faces, voices, arms, and The mist that led them. The knot is opened, the rope is broken, That which is not food and drink has been removed. Come closer, hungry friend, The table is ready, Although the food is not rich and simple, But it is with love and devotion. Come on, peck here first, left, Take this little bird out of its cage, The bird's wings no longer flutter, I want it to fly with you to the sky. Come now, friend, I am host tonight, Welcome, my guest! beyond my loneliness Besides my solitude, there is another kind of solitude; for its occupants, my solitude is a noisy city, and my silence is a tumultuous noise. I was too young to be fooled, and I still haven't found this higher loneliness; the echo of the distant valley is still ringing in my ears, and the reflection of the valley blocks my way, and I can't go. Beyond those mountains, there is a beautiful jungle; to the dwellers of the jungle, my peace is a gust of wind, and my beauty is an illusion. I am too young and reckless, and I still haven't visited this magical jungle.There is still blood in my mouth, and the bows and arrows of my ancestors are still in my hands, so I can't go. Besides the captive self, there is a free self; compared with it, my dreams are fighting in the twilight, and my yearning is only the rattling of bones. I am too young and too difficult to realize my free self. If I don't kill the imprisoned self, and all living beings don't get freedom, how can I become a free person? If my roots don't wither in the darkness, how can my leaves sing in the wind? How can the eagle in my heart soar toward the sun if my chicks don't leave the nest I built with my eyes? last watch At midnight, when the first breath of dawn comes with the wind, the herald, who calls himself The person who echoed the unheard voice left the bedroom and climbed onto the roof of his own house.He stood for a long time, looking at the sleeping city below, then patted his head and called out, as if the sleepless spirits of the sleepers in the city had gathered around him.He said, "Friends, neighbors, who pass my door every day: I will preach to you in your sleep, and walk naked in the valley of your dreams; When the sound fills your ears, you don't hear it." "I love you all, long and dear." "I love any one of you as if he were all of you; I love you all as if you were one. In the spring of my heart I sing in your garden; in the summer of my heart I watch over you Valley field." Ah, I love you all.I love giants and dwarfs, sick and blessed, those who fall in the night and dance on the hills by day. " "You, strong, I love, though your iron toenails still mark my flesh; you, weak, I love, though you betray my trust and waste my patience." "Rich man, I love you, though your sweetness turns bitter in my mouth; poor man, I love you, though you are ashamed of my empty pockets." "You, the poet, who pluck freely on the broken qin, you get my special favor; you, the scholar, who diligently collect the rotting corpses in the potter's field, also get my great love." "I love you, priests, who inquire about my destiny in the silence of yesterday, and I love you, worshipers of gods, who are but the embodiment of your own wishes." "You, hungry woman, though your groves are always full, I love you with understanding; you, night-resting woman, I love you with compassion." "You, talker, I love, and tell you: life has much to say; you, taciturn, I love, and I say to myself: does not he speak in silence the words that please me?" "You, judges and critics, I love, but when you saw me crucified, you said: His blood dripped rhythmically, and the blood stains made beautiful patterns on his white skin." "Ah, I love you all, young and old, quivering reed and tall oak." "But, alas, you have deserted me for my boundless love. You are happy to drink love from a small cup, but dare not drink from a raging river; you would listen to the weak words of love, but when love shouts, you Plug your ears." "For I love you all, you say: his heart is too tender, his ways too dark; his love is the love of the poor, who picks up the crumbs and is as happy as at a king's feast; his Love is the love of cowards, for the strong love only the strong." "For I love you dearly, and you say: This is but the love of the blind, who cannot tell beauty from ugliness; this is love without taste, which mixes sour vinegar with rum; this love is impertinent and arrogant. , which stranger can be our parents, siblings?" "You talk about more than that. In the market, you often point to me mockingly and say: This is an old boy, a weirdo who doesn't know the seasons, plays with the children at noon, and keeps company with the old men in the evening, and boasts of his wisdom and understanding. " "Then I said to myself: I will love them more, alas, more deeply; but hide this love with an appearance of hatred, and my tenderness with harshness. I will put on a mask of wrought iron, and I will seek them." "Then I covered your wounds with my heavy hand, and like a storm in the night I screamed in your ears." "Standing on the rooftops, I expose the hypocrites, snobs, liars, and bubble-like philistines among you." "Short-sighted, I curse them as blind gold; and those who feed on petty gain, I liken them to eye-mouse devoid of soul." "To those who are talkative, I call them eloquent; to those who are silent, I call them clumsy; to those who are rough and mean, I say: the dead never tire of death." "Those who seek knowledge in the world, I rebuke them for blaspheming the spirit of the gods; those who honor the spirit, I demean them as idiots who fish for shadows: when they cast nets over stagnant water, what they pick up is their own reflections. "So I belittle you with words; my bleeding heart whispers softly to you." "This is the words of love whipped by itself, this is the damaged pride shaking in the light dust, this is the longing for your love, standing on the roof, roaring at you; but my love is silent Get down on your knees and beg your forgiveness." "But a miracle happened" "The love I concealed opened your closed eyes; the hatred I disguised awakened your heart." "You love me now." "You love to chop your swords, you love to long for the arrows that shoot into your breasts; you are satisfied when you are wounded, and you feel happy when your blood is ironed." "Like moths to the flames for their sacrifices, you gather daily in my garden, with upturned faces, in amazement to see me tear the fabric of your day. You whisper: he beholds with the light of God, he speaks like the prophets of old , who reveals our souls, unlocks our hearts, and knows our ways as the vulture knows the fox." "哎，倒不如说，我熟知你们的道路，如同兀鹰熟知雏鹰的习性一样。我愿敞开心的秘密；然而，为了让你们接近，我装作疏远；为预防你们爱期低落，我谨守着我的爱闸。" 先驱说完这些，双手捂着脸痛哭起来。他心知赤裸的爱虽受了侮辱，但比伪装了去求胜的爱要伟大。他觉得羞辱。 但是，他猛然抬起头来，如大梦初醒一般伸开双臂说道："夜过去了，当黎明从山岗上翩翩而至，我们夜的孩子就该死去。自我们的灰烬中要升腾起更强有力的爱，那是在太阳下朗笑的爱，那是不死的爱。"