Chapter 17 Tears and Laughs (2)

Today and the first The rich man takes a walk in the garden of his mansion, followed by his troubles.Uneasiness hovered over him like a vulture hovering over a corpse.The millionaire walked up to a marvelous man-made tide, surrounded by marble statues all around the lake.He sat looking now at the fountains--water gushing from the mouths of the statues, like thoughts from a lover's mind--and at his magnificent mansion--on the high ground on which it stood. , like a girl with a beauty disease on her cheek. He sat there, and the memory sat with him.Memories flipped through a book page by page in front of him, it was a biography written for him in the past.As he read, tears blurred his eyes so that he could no longer see the surface of the artificial lake.Nostalgia reminded him of the pictures of the past.He couldn't help saying sadly:

"In the past, in the verdant mountains, I grazed the flocks, happy and full of vigor, and I played the reed flute to express my joy. Now, I have become a captive of greed, led by the nose by money, money Lead me to greed, greed lead me to misfortune. Back then, I sang like a bird; I danced like a butterfly. In the fields, I was as light as a swallow and as fast as the wind. Now, I am a prisoner of the world's bad habits: Dressing up, entertaining guests, eating, everything has to be put on airs to please people and follow their rules. At that time, I seemed to be the favored child of heaven, wanting to enjoy the joys of the world to the fullest. But now, I am under the fetters of money But I look for trouble all day; I seem to have become a camel laden with heavy gold, which is enough to kill it. Now, where is the vast field? Where is the warm and singing stream? The clean air Where? Where is the majesty of nature? Where is my power? I have lost it all. Only gold remains, which I love, but they despise me; There are many, but my joy is less and less; only tall buildings and mansions are left. I built tall buildings, but destroyed my own happiness. Back then, I wandered side by side with the shepherdess, and there was only melting moonlight peeping in the sky , Only pure and innocent love is with us on the earth. Now, the women in front of me and behind me are all winking, full of ugliness, covered in heavy make-up, and full of jewels. Together, the young friends are like a herd of antelopes in the forest, enjoying ourselves at first, we sing together and share the deliciousness of the field; now, I am like a lamb under the claws of an eagle, trembling with fear: I am walking on the street. On the road, hate eyes fell on me, and jealous hands pointed at me; when I walked into the park, all I saw were heads held up and faces. In the past, I was full of vitality and enjoyed the beauty of nature. Beauty; now, I am deprived of all these. Once, I was happy, like a rich man; now, I am rich, but I am a poor wretch. Once, I tended the flock, like a righteous king ruled over his subjects ;Now, in front of money, I am like a humble slave, obedient to my master. I really didn't expect that money would repay my heart and lead me to the abyss of ignorance; I also never expected that people think His honor and honor, but the fire of hell is burning his conscience...,

The rich man stood up, sighed and walked slowly towards his government review, muttering: "Is this money? Is this the god who made me its priest? Could it be that what we bought with our lives cannot be used?" This is what it buys back a morsel of life? Who can sell me a good thought for a kendar of gold? Who can take it—give me jewels for a morsel of love? Who can take away my gold storehouse Give me an eye to see beauty?" He walked to the gate of Fuxie, looked at the city as Jeremiah looked at Jerusalem, and pointed to it, as if mourning for it, and said loudly: "You who walk in darkness and sit in the shadow of death Damn, you people who confuse right and wrong, and talk nonsense! You throw fragrant flowers and fruits into the abyss, but eat thorns and thorns. How long will this phenomenon happen? You leave the beautiful garden of life and don’t live in it. But you have to live in ruins and mud. When will this situation come to an end? Why do you go to wear those rags and satins, even though we have sewn silk and satin for you? People, the bright light of wisdom has been extinguished, add it quickly. Light up the oil! Passers-by are going to destroy your happy vineyard, you have to guard it! Thieves are going to steal it and use it as a safe storehouse, you have to be careful!"

At this time, a poor man came and stood in front of the rich man, begging him.The rich man looked at him, his trembling lips were pursed, his frown was relaxed, and his eyes shone with tenderness.The past that he recalled by the lake just now came to wave to him.So he approached the beggar, kissed him lovingly and equally, stuffed a lot of gold coins into his hand, and said in words full of pity and sympathy, "Brother! Take these now, tomorrow you will meet with me again." Come with your friends and take all your money back. The poor man smiled like a wilted flower enjoying the rain, and left quickly.

At this time, the rich man walked into the mansion and said: "Everything in life is beautiful, even money is the same, because it will teach people. Money is like a lute; whoever can't play it will only make people happy." He heard a piercing noise. Money is like love. Whoever is stingy and refuses to give it will kill him; whoever gives it generously will bring him back to life." soul, have mercy O my soul!You know I'm weak, when will you stop crying?I only describe your dreams in human terms, when will you stop yelling? O soul, look!I have followed your teachings all my life.Take a closer look, you have made me suffer so much, I only describe you like this in order to follow you every step of the way.

My heart, which was mine, is your slave; my stoicism, which was my consolation, now reproaches me because of you; blame.But all of this was originally given to me by God, what else do you want, what extravagant hopes do you have? I denied myself, my comfort zone, my life's honor, and there was only you.Please judge me impartially!For justice is where your glory lies; otherwise, please remove the god of death, set me free from your shackles, and let you and me be separated from now on. O soul, have mercy!You let love weigh on my heart, and I can't bear it: you are with love, united, strong; I am with matter, superficial and weak.How can one strong and one weak last for a long time?one

O soul, have mercy!You make happiness out of reach for me: you stand on the top of the mountain with happiness; but I am in the valley and the abyss with misfortune.How can one high and one low meet each other? O soul, have mercy!You make beauty appear and disappear before my eyes: You stand with beauty in light; I am in darkness with ignorance.How can light and darkness be confused? soul!You rejoice in the world before it comes; and the body is in life, and it is unhappy because of life. Swiftly you rush toward the eternal world, and this body slowly marches toward perdition; you will not slow down, nor will it quicken its pace.soul!This is really very sad.

You are drawn upward by the sky; but this body is downward by the gravity of the earth.Therefore, you cannot comfort it, nor will it congratulate you, which is abomination. soul!You are rich by your wisdom; the flesh is poor by its very nature.You can't condescend, and it refuses to climb the dragon and the phoenix, which is really a great misfortune. In the silent night, you can go to your lover and hug him tightly happily; but this body will always suffer from the pain of longing and parting. soul!Please have mercy, please have mercy! Orphans and widows Night quickly fell over the villages around the Qadissa Valley in northern Lebanon.During the day, there was a heavy snowfall here, which made the fields.The high ground turned into a huge white paper, on which the wind drew lines from time to time, and smeared them away from time to time.The storm is playing wantonly, and nature is throwing a tantrum.

At this time, people are hiding at home, and animals are hiding in their dens.All living things have stopped moving, only the severe cold is raging, the wind is howling, the night is gloomy, and there is a dead silence. In one of those villages, in a lonely hut, a woman was knitting in front of a fire.Beside her lay her only son.The child looked at the fire for a while, and at his mother's peaceful face for a while.At this time, the strong wind blew up and the little house was crumbling.The child couldn't help being frightened, and moved closer to the mother, hoping to use her maternal protection to avoid the encroachment of the angry nature.The mother took the son in her arms, kissed him, and put him on her lap.Said: "Children, don't panic! This is nature teaching mankind, showing its own strength to set off the weakness of human beings. Children, don't be afraid! Although it is snowing heavily, dark clouds are rolling, and the cold wind is howling, there is the Holy Spirit of the Creator In control of them. He knows what the fields and the hills need. Behind it all there is a strong One, with pity and kindness looking on the little wretch. Don't worry, my heart! Nature is Smiling in spring, laughing in summer, sighing in autumn, now weeping, nourishing the life under the earth with its cold tears. Sleep, child! Tomorrow you wake up, and the sky will be so clear again , the field is clothed in silver, like the soul puts on pure clothes after fighting death. Sleep, my only seedling! Your father is watching us from the eternal stage. The blizzard makes us miss those ages all the more Eternal soul, how good this is! Sleep, my dear! After the cold, the wind and the snow, in April, you can pick colorful flowers. People are like this, son! Only after the bitter wind and rain, Kindness comes only through hardships and dangers. Sleep, my little one! Sweet dreams will come to your heart, and you won't have to worry about the dark night and the biting wind."

The child raised his sleepy eyes, looked at his mother and said, "Mom! I'm so sleepy that I can't keep my eyelids open. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep without saying my prayers." The loving mother held him tightly in her arms, and through the eyes of tears Looking at the child's angelic little face, he said, "Son! Say with me: Lord, have mercy on the poor! Cover their naked bodies with Your hands and protect them from the severe cold! Please Look at the orphans sleeping in the huts! The breath of ice and snow is stabbing their bodies. Lord! Hear the cries of those widows standing in the streets and alleys, struggling with hunger and cold! Lord! Please Reach out, touch the hearts of the rich, let them open their eyes, and see how the poor are living in dire straits! Lord, please have pity on those who stand at the high gate in this dark night. Hungry and cold people in front of the big house! Please guide those who live in a foreign land to a warm shelter and comfort them in loneliness! Lord, please watch over the birds and protect the young trees that are afraid of the wind. Liver yang.... Lord, may this all come true!"

The child fell asleep.Mother put him on the bed, kissed his forehead with trembling lips, and then sat down in front of the fire again to knit his sweater. Times and Nations In the foothills of Lebanon, the stream flows like silver threads in the caves.A shepherdess sat by the stream, surrounded by a flock of scrawny sheep, gnawing dry grass among the thorns.The girl looked at the sunset glow in the sky, as if she was reading the future destiny written in the volume of the sky.Tears hung from her eyelashes like dew on daffodil petals.Grief made her part her lips, and she sighed, worried. Evening came and night fell over the mountains.At this time, an old man suddenly appeared in front of the girl.The old man's silver beard hangs down on his chest, his white hair hangs on his shoulders, and he holds a long scythe with teeth in his right hand.He spoke with a voice like a tsunami: "Hello Syria!" The girl stood up in a panic, frightened and sad at the same time, she couldn't help asking in a trembling voice: "Old man Shishi, what are you looking for me now?" Then she pointed to her flock and said: "This flock of sheep used to be all over the mountain, and now there are only a few poor ones left. They are just the remnants of your greedy ambition. Do you want to plunder some more from them? "This was originally a green field, but it was trampled down by your iron hooves and turned into a dry wasteland. My sheep used to eat fragrant flowers and grass, and their milk was white and sweet; now they have empty bellies, for To avoid starvation, to gnaw roots and brambles. "O world! Beware of God's punishment, and stay away from me! Thinking of your injustice, I can't help loathing this life; your scythe is so cruel that I feel that life is better than death. "Please don't disturb my peace anymore! Let me drink tears of grief and breathe sorrowful breath here alone! Time and age, go to the West! There, people are putting up lanterns and festoons to celebrate festivals. You let me here cry at your memorial service!" The old man hid the scythe in his clothes, looked at the girl with a fatherly look, and said, "Syria! What I took from you was only a part of my gift. And I never took by force, but only temporarily borrowed Go; I keep my faith, and I will return it to you. You must know that some blessings of your sisters—other nations have used the glory that belongs to you, and their rights have also put on the cloak that belongs to you. I and justice are two in one, so what I gave to you should also be given to your sister. Otherwise, I cannot make you love me as much, because love can only be equal. Syria! You and your neighbor Egypt, Persia, Greece alike: they all have flocks like your flocks, pastures like your pastures. Syria! What you call a decline, I call it a necessary slumber, ensues It will be full of vigor and vitality. Because flowers can only be reborn when they die, and love can only become more blazing after parting." The old man approached the girl and said, "Daughter of the Prophet! Let's shake hands!" So she took the old man's hand, looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Farewell, old man, farewell!" The old man Answered her: "Goodbye, Syria! Goodbye!" After all, the old man disappeared like lightning.The girl called to her flock and said with feed: "Will we meet again? Can we meet again?" before the throne of beauty I escaped from society and wandered in the vast valley: sometimes I followed the stream, sometimes I listened to the whistle of birds, and finally I came to a place where the leaves were thick and the sky was covered, so I sat down and meditated , to pour out my heart song.This thirsty soul thinks that everything before it is a mirage, and that there is no trace of anything drinkable. My mind freed itself from the fetters of matter and danced in the world of fantasy.So, I looked back and saw a young girl Ren standing in front of me.It was a fairy, she had no adornment, but a vine covered her body, and she wore a crown of flowers in her long golden hair.She saw in my eyes my amazement and bewilderment at this adventure, and she said, "Don't be afraid! I am the Daughter of the Forest." Her sweet voice restored my composure, and I asked: "How can a man like you live in this wild place where wild animals are infested? Tell me honestly, who are you and where are you from? Bei sat on the grass and said: Hunger is a symbol of nature. I am yours Goddess of my ancestors, who built altars and temples for me in Baalbek, Afga and Jubail." I said, "Those temples have been razed to the ground, and the bones of my ancestors have turned to dust Disappeared, about the burden of gods they worshiped and the religion they believed in, only a few words can be found in fragments." She said: "Some gods survive by the survival of their worshipers, and disappear with their death. There are some gods who are eternal and immortal. My divinity comes from the beauty you see everywhere. This beauty is everything in nature. This beauty is the shepherd in the hills, the farmer in the field and The beginning of happiness for people wandering between mountains and seas; this kind of beauty is the ladder for wise men and philosophers to ascend to the throne of truth." I whispered anxiously: "Beauty is a majestic and terrifying power." He smiled, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the mysteries of life, and said: "You humans are always afraid of this and that, even you are afraid of yourself. The sky is the origin of peace, but you are afraid; nature is the cradle of comfort, and you are also afraid of it." .You still fear God, saying that he will be angry and hateful. In fact, he is just the embodiment of love and mercy." There was silence for a while, and during this moment, one could not help but imagine.I asked her: "What is this beauty? Because there are different opinions about its introduction and understanding; at the same time, people's praise and love for it are also different." She said: "Beauty is a kind of beauty that you do for yourself The charm of love. When you see it, you are willing to dedicate yourself to it, and you are not willing to ask for it; when you meet it, you will feel as if a pair of hands are stretched out in your heart, wanting to hold it in your arms and put it in your heart; The body regards it as a test, while the soul regards it as a meditation; it harmonizes sorrow and joy, and makes sorrow and joy intermingle; it is hidden, and you will see it; it is unknown, but you know it; it is silent, and you I can hear it; it is such a power that begins in the depths of your holiest heart and ends where your imagination..." The Maiden of the Forest approached me and covered my eyes with her fragrant hands.When she released her hand, I found myself standing alone in the valley, so I walked back crying: "Beauty is what you see, and you are willing to give your life to it, and you don't want to take it from it. " wise presence In the dead of night, Wisdom came to my bed.She looked at me like a loving mother, wiped away my tears, and said: "I heard the cry of your heart, come here to comfort you. You can open your heart to me, and I will fill you with light." Your heart. If you have any doubts, just ask, and I can show you the way of truth." So I said, "Wisdom, tell me! Who am I and how did I come to this terrible place? These grand wishes, Where do so many books, these strange paintings come from? How can there be these thoughts like a flock of pigeons? What is the use of these poems reflecting my own intentions and interesting prose? These embrace my soul and strike What is the fate of my heart, of works of sorrow and joy? Why are there around me these eyes that look deep into my heart and are indifferent to my pain? This is What voices--singing the praises of my childhood, and weeping for my present day? What is youth--it plays with my will, scorns my emotions, forgets yesterday's deeds, clings to The trifles of the present, and complaining that tomorrow is too late? What is the world—Where it leads me, I don't know. Why is it despised with me? Why does the earth open its mouth to swallow people's bodies , but open their hearts to let greed and ambition live in peace? Why do people go to pursue happiness knowing that there is a cliff ahead? Even if the god of death pats his denomination, he still asks for the kiss of life? Why are you willing to spend a year of regret to buy a minute? Pleasure? Why does he sleep when the ideal calls? Why does he follow the stream of ignorance to the bay of darkness? Wisdom! What is it all about?" She replied, "Man! You want to see the world with God's eyes, but you want to use human thinking to figure out the mysteries of the afterlife. This is extremely stupid. When you go to the wild, you will find bees flying among the flowers. Fly away, while the hawk runs straight for its prey; go to a neighbor's house, and see the baby marveling at the light, while the mother is busy with the housework. Be like the bee, don't waste it by meddling in the hawk's business. Happy spring! Be like that baby, rejoice in the light, and forget about your mother's business! Everything you see, was and will be for you: so many books, those strange pictures and beautiful ideals, Is the phantasm of the minds of your ancestors. The poems you write will connect you with the hearts of your human brethren: those works that are sad and joyful are the seeds that the past sowed in the heart, the future will make it Fertility; the youth that plays with your will will open your heart and fill it with light; the earth that opens its mouth is to free your body from the slavery of your soul; this world that takes you forward is Your heart, for your heart is that which you think is a world; what you think is stupid and small, who is from God, who learns joy through sorrow, and learns from ignorance..." Wisdom put his hand on my burning forehead and said, "Go forward, don't stop! There is complete success ahead. Go forward! Don't be afraid of the thorns on the road, for they only make corrupt blood flow." a friend's story I knew him as a young man who had gone astray in life, a libertine, desperate for pleasure; I knew him as a delicate flower, blown by the wind of frivolity into the sensual world in the waves. I know that he is a bad boy in the village: he climbs houses and trees, smashes nests, and kills chicks; tears flowers and tramples them under his feet.I know that he refuses to work hard at school, blindly messes around, is lawless, and makes trouble everywhere.I know that he bluffed in the city, ate, drank, whored, gambled, and spent money like water, which completely embarrassed his father. But I still love him, and this love is mixed with pity.Not without regrets.I love him because his misdemeanors spring not from a mean soul, but from a weak one.hopeless heart.People!This heart has no choice but to deviate from the path of reason, and it always wants to get back on the right path.Because there are often storms of dust and sand in youth, people can't open their eyes and lose their way, making them understand many aspects for a long time. I love the young man and am loyal to him.For to me his conscience is like a dove, and his vices like a hawk, and the dove was defeated not by cowardice, but by the fierceness of the enemy, and conscience is a just but weak judge, and weakness prevents him from doing his own thing. referee. I say I love him, and that love comes in all forms: sometimes with reason; sometimes with fairness; sometimes with expectation and waiting.I love him, and hope that the sunshine of his soul will dispel that momentary irritating gloom.But I don't know how dirt can be made pure, how cruelty can be turned into meekness, how frivolity can be replaced by reason.One will only learn afterwards how the mind is freed from material slavery.Only when the sunrise is shining, will you know how the flowers are smiling. Day and night, as time goes by, I miss that young man sadly all the time.Whenever his name is mentioned, I can't help sighing, burning with worry and heartbroken.This was the case until yesterday.I had a letter from him yesterday in which he wrote: "Come to me, my friend! I want to introduce you to a young man who you will be delighted to meet, to know, and to delight in your heart..." I said, "Damn luck! Is he trying to make me have another friend like him, to double this sad friendship? Is he not typical enough to be known by himself?" signs of going astray? Is he now trying to supplement this pattern with his companion's bad deeds, so that I can read this book written by material desires verbatim?" Then I thought, "I Go! The heart can pick fruit from the prickly buckthorn bush by its wisdom, and draw light from the darkness by its kindness." When I arrived there at night, I found the young man reading a book alone in the room. This collection of poems.As I greeted him, I was amazed that he was holding such a book in his hand.I asked, "Where's that new friend?" He said, "It's me, friend! That's me!" Then he sat down very quietly, the way I've never seen him .He looked at me with a strange light in his eyes, which can penetrate your chest and know your actions.Those eyes, when I used to look at them, and saw nothing but brutality and ferocity in them, now become bright and fill one's heart with tenderness.Then he spoke—in a voice I thought was coming from someone else: "That schoolmate of your childhood, that friend of your youth is dead. His death brought new life to me. I am your new friend." , let's shake hands together." I held his hand——when I touched it, I felt a gentle soul flowing with the blood in that hand.The original rough hand has become soft; the fingers that used to be like tiger's paws are soft enough to touch your heart.Then I asked—I really don't know why my words came out so inexplicably: "Who are you? How did you come here and where are you going? Did the Holy Spirit transform you into a saint, or did you, in front of me, A role-play in a poetic drama?" He replied: "Yes, my friend! The Holy Spirit has come upon me and made me holy; great love has made my heart a clean altar. It's the woman, my friend! It's the woman I used to think was a man's plaything, who saved my mind and body from the dark hell, opened the gates of heaven before me, and I walked in. It's the real woman who took me Baptize me by the Jordan of her love. The woman whose sister I despised in ignorance exalts me to the throne of glory; I am pure—by her affections; I have enslaved her kind with money, but she set me free—by her beauty. The woman who drove Adam out of Paradise—by his cowardice and her strong will, and now bring me back to Paradise—by her tenderness and my obedience." At this time, I looked at that friend, and saw his tears were shining, there was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was a halo of love on his head.So I went up to him, and kissed his brow for blessing, like a priest kisses the Eucharist on the altar.Then I bid him farewell.On the way home, I picked up what he said eagerly: "The woman who drove Adam out of Paradise—by his cowardice and her strong will—now brought me back to that Paradise—because of her tenderness and my obedience." between authenticity Life takes us through one journey after another, and fate keeps our circumstances constantly changing.All we saw was a rough road; everything we heard was frightening. Beauty sat before us on his throne of glory, and we approached him, in the name of Simu, and soiled his mantle, and took off his chaste crown.Love wears docile clothes and passes in front of us, so some of us are suspicious of him, hiding in the dark and spying;The wise among us see him as According to the Bible, it is said that Yetian was baptized by John the Baptist on the banks of the Jordan River.A heavy Quaker, though softer than the fragrance of flowers, gentler than the breeze of Lebanon.Wisdom stands in the streets and alleys, calling us loudly in public, but we think it is absurd and look at his followers coldly.Liberty invites us to a feast, to enjoy his wine, feast, and we go, spitting out, and the feast becomes disgusting and vulgar.Nature extends a friendly hand to us, asking us to enjoy his beauty, but we are afraid of his tranquility and flee to the city.There, there were more and more of us, crowded together, like a flock of wolves, huddled together.True love is brought to visit us by the smile of a child or the kiss of a lover, but we close the door of our emotions in front of him, and stay away from him, like a dirty sinner.Conscience cries out to us, our soul calls us, and we shut our eyes and listen, and are obstinate; and if anyone hears the cries of his conscience and the call of his soul, we say that the man is insane, and with him Alienated, refused to get involved. In this way, the night passed by us, but we didn't know what to do.The day shakes hands with us, but we fear both the night and the day.God is ours, but we are close to the clay.Famine eats away at our strength, and we walk through life's bakery without tasting it.what!How lovely life is, and how far we are from it! to my poor friend You—the one who was born in the cradle of misery, grew up in the embrace of humiliation, spent his youth in an autocratic and wealthy family, gnawed his own bread while sighing, and drank the turbid bitter water with bitter tears; You—according to the tyrannical laws of human beings, you abandoned your wife and children, and you are a soldier who is called "duty" but is actually "ambition"; You—the poet who has no bosom friend in his native land, no confidant among relatives and friends, who is willing to chew paper and drink ink; You——a prisoner thrown into a dark prison for a mediocre insistence, a mere fault that reformers consider absurd; You—the poor girl who was born beautiful, made the dudes chase after her, seduced her in every possible way, conquered your poverty with money, made you abandon you after you, made you swallow your hatred and humiliate you; You, my dear weaklings, are victims of human law.You are unfortunate, this misfortune is the arrogance of the strong, the tyranny of the government, and the miserliness of the rich.The result of the selfishness of unscrupulous people. Don't despair, don't be downcast!Through the darkness of this world, through the money, through the clouds, through the ether, through all, there is one power, and that is true justice, true mercy, true sympathy, true fraternity. You are like flowers that grow in the shade. When the wind blows, you and the seeds will be brought to the sun to live a happy life. You are like bare trees covered by winter snow, and when spring comes, you will be lush and desolate, with luxuriant branches and leaves. Truth will tear tears and bring smiles to our faces. my brethren!I kiss you and I despise those who oppress you. crying in the field The east is about to dawn, and Chen De is first exposed. I sit in the field and talk with nature.At the moment when people are still in their dreams, or their eyes are staring at sleep, I lie on the green grass and ask what beauty is from everything I see. Truth, let everything in front of me tell me what is true beauty. When imagination separates me from the world, and hallucinations remove the material rags that cover my subjective consciousness, I feel that my soul is sublimating, bringing me closer to nature, and explaining the mysteries of nature for me. Let me know the language of all things in nature. I am in this situation, and a breeze comes slowly from the branches and leaves of the trees, and it sighs like a poor orphan.I asked, "O gentle breeze! Why do you sigh?" It replied, "The scorching sun forced me to flee into the city, but in the city, my pure body was covered with germs, the poisonous poison of human beings." The breath also clings to me. That's why I'm so sad." I looked back at the colorful flowers, only to see that what they picked off was not dewdrops, but tears.I asked, "Beautiful flowers, why are you crying?" One of the flowers raised its pretty face and said, "We cry because people will come here and cut off our pink necks, Bring us into the city. We are free men, and they will sell us like slaves. At night, we will wither, and they will throw us in the rubbish. The cruel hand of mankind will make us go Homeland—field, how can we not weep?" After a while I heard the brook weeping like a mother who has lost her son, so I asked, "O sweet brook, why do you weep?" It answered, "Because I had to flow into the city, but in the There, people despise me. They drink wine instead of me, and use me to wash their dirt. Soon, my clean body will become muddy water. How can I not cry?" Then, listening carefully, I heard a bird singing a dirge as if mourning, so I asked, "Beautiful birds! Who are you singing dirge for?" A little bird walked away. approached me, stood on a branch and said, "Man will bring a damned instrument and mow us down like a scythe. We are saying goodbye to each other, because no one knows who will survive. We Wherever we go, the god of death will follow us, how can we not sing and change songs?" As the sun rose from behind the mountains and crowned the trees with golden crowns, I couldn't help thinking: "Why do humans destroy what nature has created?" between huts and palaces As night fell, the rich man's mansion was brightly lit. The servants were dressed in velvet clothes, the buttons on their chests were brightened, and they stood at the door with their hands down, waiting for the guests to come. The band played melodious tunes, and the princes, dignitaries, and ladies came here one after another. They were all dressed in gold and jade, jeweled, elegant, and full of arrogance. The men got up and invited the ladies to dance, and the hall suddenly became a garden; In the middle of the night, the table was brought up, and the treasured delicacies and fine nectar were placed on the table, so offerings were intertwined, and everyone drank until they were very drunk. The rising sun was near the window, and those rich and powerful gentry were exhausted after playing in the feasting all night, so they left the scene and climbed into the soft and comfortable beds. As the sun was setting, a man in work clothes stood in front of a small hut and knocked on the door.The door opened and he entered, greeted his family with a smile, and sat down among the children warming themselves by the fire.After a while, the wife made dinner, and the family gathered around the wooden table and ate hungrily.After dinner they sat under an oil lamp that gave off a faint yellow light in the darkness. At the first watch, they got up and went to bed without making a sound, and fell asleep soundly. When Chen De first appeared, the poor man got up, ate some bread and milk with his wife and children, and then went down to the ground with a big hoe on his shoulders, watering the land with his own blood and sweat, laying grain for last night Those rich people who spend a good night with wine and wine spend a lot of money. The sun rose from behind the mountain, scorching like fire, and shone on the farmer's head; those rich men were still sleeping soundly in high-rise buildings. This is the tragedy that humans have performed on the stage of time for many years. There are many applauding audiences, but not many people think deeply and realize the truth. two children Standing on the balcony of the palace, the king shouted to the people crowded in the courtyard: "I report good news to everyone, and I congratulate the whole country! The queen gave birth to a prince, who will honor my noble family. It will also be your pride and honor, and he will inherit the land left by my great ancestors. You can cheer and sing! Because your future rests on this noble man from now on." People yelled and shouted, cheers and singing soared into the sky.This little prince will be raised in the cradle of prosperity and wealth, grow up in the majestic and prominent palace, and then control the life and death of his subjects. He will control the behavior of the weak: he can use their bodies at will, and their souls Can be destroyed at will.And people cheered, sang, and staggered for it. The residents of the whole city are praising the strong and despising themselves. They sing the name of the dictator, but the angels cry for the insignificance of these people.At the same time, in a dilapidated thatched hut, a seriously ill young woman was bedridden, and a baby wrapped in tattered clothes was held in her hot arms. The woman was young, but age had doomed her to poverty, and poverty is misfortune, so people ignored her: she married, but the tyrant killed her weak man; she knew everything, but God A little visitor was brought to her that night; the child bound her hand and foot, and left her without work and life. The street became quiet again after the noise of people.The poor woman took the child in her arms, and watched it weeping, as if she were going to baptize it with her own clear tears.She said--the voice was piercing, and five internal chess pieces burned: "My heart! Why did you come down from the world of the soul? To share my pain and misfortune? Or to show pity for my infirmity? You Why leave the angels and the vast firmament, and come to this narrow life, full of misery and humiliation? I have but tears, my only seed! Can you be fed by tears and not milk? Can a bare arm make clothes for you instead of cloth? Small animals may eat grass and spend the night in their nests and be safe; birds may eat seeds and sleep happily on branches; but you, my child! There are only My infirmities, groans and sighs!" As she spoke, she hugged the child tightly, as if trying to make the two bodies become one.She looked up at the sky and cried loudly: "Lord, please have mercy on us!" The cloud dissipated, revealing the face of the moon.The moon shines brightly, shining into the window of the small hut, and the molten moonlight pours down on the two corpses. American poet Khalil organized the meter of poetry into order, as if stringing pearls into necklaces.If he could have imagined that these maxims would become the yardsticks by which people measure intelligence; Put on the necklace, let those pearls fall to the ground and scatter. Mudai Nabi and Ibn Farid wrote immortal poems.If they could have foreseen that their poems would become the source of some people's dry thoughts; The pen holder broke in my own hand. If the souls of Homer, Virgil, McAlee, and Milton knew that the poem, which seemed to be the soul of God, had stopped at the rich and rich, then these souls would definitely go away Our Earth, hidden behind other planets. I don't want to be picky or opinionated, but I really can't bear to see the language of those souls being passed around in the mouths of a group of people, and I don't want to see the ink of the gods flowing on the pens of a group of swindlers.I am not the only one who expresses strong dissatisfaction with this, I think I am just one of the many people who watch "Frog" and insist on blowing themselves up as "Buffalo". People!Poetry is the embodiment of the divine soul.It is a smile—the spring breeze blows to wake up the heart; it is a lament—one weeps; it is a phantom—living in the heart, what nourishes it is the soul, and what it drinks is emotion.If poetry didn't come like this, it would be like a false Christ and be despised. O poet!O Erato!Please forgive those who approach you innocent! —they talk and talk like crazy, but they don't worship you with their hearts, imaginations, and minds. what!The soul of a poet!You are watching us from the firmament of the eternal world.We do not have access to your altar, which you have adorned with the pearls of your mind and the treasures of your heart, but our age is full of fighting and the noise of factories, so our poems come into play Born, as long and heavy as a train, as harsh and unpleasant as a siren. You—true poets, forgive us!We belong to the New World, and we have always pursued material things. Therefore, poetry has become material, which has nothing to do with the soul, but communicates through people's hands. in daylight I have seen all that is done under the sun, It's all empty, it's all fluttering... — Ecclesiastes O soul of Solomon that swims in the space of the spiritual world!Ah, you who have stripped off the material cloak - which we still wear -!It is you who have left these words in the world--they spring from weakness and despair, and they breed weakness and despair in the captives of the body. Now, you know that this life has a purpose, and not even death can take it away; but how can men realize it till the soul is freed from the bondage of the body? Now, you know that life is not chasing after the wind, nor is there a void under the sun, and that all things, past and future, work toward the truth;We've always thought that these words were wise words and flashes of inspiration, but in fact, you know, these words are nonsense, confusing and hopeless. Now, of course you know that stupidity, wickedness, and tyranny all have their own reasons; whereas we see beauty only in the manifestations of wisdom, in the achievement of virtue, and in just results. You know that sorrow and poverty cleanse the soul; but our finite minds think there should be only abundance and happiness in the world. Now, you know that the soul is overcoming the hardships of life and moving toward the light; but we never forget your words that man is but a toy, manipulated by mysterious forces. You regret it, and think that you should not spread that spirit—it makes people look down on the present life, no longer pursue the future life, and lose confidence; but we still regard your words as the golden rule , keep in mind. O soul of Solomon resting in the eternal world!Please enlighten those who love philosophy, stop being so pessimistic, hopeless, and depressed.This may serve as ransom for an unintentional mistake. looking to the future From behind the walls of reality, I heard the singing of human praise, heard the bells ringing to vibrate the molecules of the ether, announcing the beginning of prayer in the temple of beauty, those bells were power cast in the metal of emotion, and the power And put it in the temple of emotion - the heart of man. From behind the future, I see people kneeling on the bosom of nature, facing east, waiting for the morning light, the morning light of truth. I saw that the city had been submerged and turned into a relic, leaving only some ruins and ruins, telling people how the darkness was defeated in the face of the light and disappeared. I saw the old man sitting under the willow tree, with the green leaves on his head, and the children sitting around, listening to the old man telling anecdotes about the past. I see boys playing piccolo and guitar, and girls with hair on their shoulders, dancing around them, under frangipani and jasmine. I saw the men harvesting the crops and the women helping to carry them. They sang praises as they worked, smiling and happy. I see women no longer in rags, but in crowns of flowers and beauties. I saw that people and all things are intimately connected, archipelagos and butterflies can safely fly to people, and herds of antelopes can safely walk to the pond.I didn't see anyone who was impoverished, and I didn't see anyone who was lavish and rich. What I saw was equality and mutual assistance, as close as brothers.I didn't see a doctor, because everyone has the knowledge and experience to see a doctor on their own.I don't see priests, because conscience has become the greatest priest.I did not see a lawyer, for nature takes the place of the courts among men, and registers for them friendly treaties, and keeps them close. I saw that human beings have realized that they are the cornerstone of all things, so they hold their heads high and stop being dogs.They lifted off the veil of confusion and ambiguity, and became clear-eyed, so they can read the words written by the dark clouds in the sky, they can discern the pictures drawn by the breeze on the water, they know the true meaning of the breath of flowers, birds They also understand the meaning of Er Ming burst. Behind the wall of reality, looking down on the stage of posterity, I see that beauty is the bridegroom, the heart is the bride, and the whole life is like "Night of Gadel". fantasy queen I came to the ruins of Tadmur.I was already exhausted from the long journey, so I lay down on the grass and put my pillow on it.Surrounded by some huge stone piles, the years uprooted them and made them lie down on the ground, like a few corpses left on the battlefield after a wasteful battle.I can't help thinking and contemplating: How many respectable behemoths in the world have turned into dust and ruins in the end, and only a mere piece of grass remains in the world. When night falls, everything that is not related to each other puts on the cloak of silence. At this time, I feel the fragrance around me, like old wine, which makes people intoxicated and obsessed.I inhaled this aroma involuntarily, feeling as if many invisible hands were tearing my head, closing my eyelids, and freeing my soul from fetters.Then, the earth shook, and a magical force threw me up.Then, I found myself in a garden, where exotic flowers competed for glory and beauty, unimaginably fresh and gorgeous; surrounded by a group of young girls who only cultivated beauty and covered their bodies; They walked lightly beside me, their feet never touching the grass; they sang songs made of dreams of love, and played guitars made of ivory with gold strings in their hands.I came to a clearing, and in the center was a throne inlaid with pearls and gems, which poured out the brilliance of the rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple.The maidens stood on the left and right, singing the hymn even louder; they all looked in one direction, from which came the sweet fragrance.Then, a queen appeared from the fragrant sea of ​​flowers, and walked slowly towards the throne.When she sat down, a flock of pigeons, white as snow, landed at her feet one after another, circling her like a crescent moon. The girls surrounded the queen, singing her glory in unison, and the cigarettes curled up into the sky.I stood there, looking at this fairyland that no one has ever seen, and listening to this wonderful sound that no one has ever heard. At this time, the queen raised her hand, and all movements stopped immediately.The queen spoke, and her voice made my heart tremble like the hands of a musician plucking the strings.Her words had a magical effect on everything around her, as if everything was listening to her: "Man! I am the hostess of the fantasy stage, and I invite you to come and visit; I am the queen of the forest of dreams, I am I let you stand in front of me. Please obey my entrustment and tell it in front of people: The fantasy city is like a new house, and the gatekeeper is a majestic giant, and only people in wedding dresses are allowed to enter. Here is a Paradise is guarded by the god of love. If anyone wants to pass by, there must be a brand of love on his forehead. Here is the imaginary field: the river is like wine, the fragrance is overflowing, the birds are like angels flying around, the colors are charming, and the fragrance is tangy , only the sons of dreams shall set foot on this land. Tell the people: I gave them a grove of wine full of joy, and they poured it out—and out of folly, the god of darkness poured melancholy But people drink to their heart's content and get drunk. You tell people: Only those whose fingers are on my chords and whose eyes are on my throne can play beautiful notes on the guitar of life. Isaiah used my love as a thread to turn philosophy into psalms; John spoke for me and narrated what he saw in his dreams; Dante could not travel the soul without my guidance. I am a metaphor I am the reality, embracing the reality; I am the reality, showing the loneliness of the heart; I am a witness, I can clarify the deeds of God. Please say to people: "The mind has a territory higher than the objective world, and the clouds of joy cannot confuse it." its heavens; and imaginary pictures are painted in the heavens of the gods, and are reflected in the mirror of the mind, so that the soul's hopes may become reality once the soul is freed from the world. " The fantasy queen drew me to Lu Lie's side with her imaginative eyes.She kissed my hot lips and said, "You tell people this truth: Whoever does not live on the stage of dreams is a slave of time." At this time, the singing of the girls went straight to the sky, and the cigarettes were wrapped around, covering the sight and making everything illusory.Then the earth shook, and I found myself still in that lamentable ruin.At this time, the sky had already broken dawn, and the morning glow was all over the sky, seeming to be smiling.I couldn't help Qian Nan said: "Whoever doesn't live on the stage of dreams is a slave to the years!" Funders O my accuser!Please let me be clean and don't disturb my tranquility!You have the love of men and women in your heart, and there is no lack of family affection. I ask you to swear with this emotion: leave my business alone! Leave me alone and let me dream my own dreams!Please wait patiently until dawn, and you can judge me arbitrarily in the future. You advised me with sincerity.But this counsel is but a phantom, which keeps the mind bewildered, not knowing what to do, and leads it at last to that life--a life as dead and dead as clay. I have a small heart, I want to cut open my chest, take it out and hold it in the palm of my hand, to investigate its mystery and examine it carefully.Therefore, O you who accuse me!Do not ambushe my heart with the arrows of your creed, and make it fearful, and hide in my breast, too late to pour out its secrets, and fail to fulfill its vocation—a duty which the Lord uses beautifully. It was given when the heart was created with love. Here, the sun has already risen, and you can hear the singing of night birds and the singing of haberlings everywhere, and the myrtle and violet flowers are in full bloom, and the fragrance is fragrant.I want to leave the dreamland and follow the white sheep.O my accuser!Speak not at me, nor frighten me with the lion of the forest and the snake of the valley, nor frighten me.For my mind does not know worry; it never knows to be on the lookout for disaster when it comes. Please don't blame me, and don't preach to me!Because the disaster made me learn smart, tears wiped my eyes, and sadness taught me the language of heart-to-heart connection. Please don't mention that kind of prohibition to me!Because my conscience is a court that judges me justly: if I am innocent, it can protect me from punishment; if I commit a crime, it can make me get what I deserve. look!The team of love is marching, and the United States is following behind with the national flag raised high. It is youth who plays the joyful march.Therefore, those who blame me, please don't stop me!Let me go with them!Because the road is paved with flowers and herbs, and the air is fragrant. Don't tell me about the benefits and fame!For my soul has grown tired of hearing it, and wants no more; its concern now is the glory of God. Please don't let me get involved in politics and power disputes!Because the whole earth is my motherland, and all human beings are my fellow countrymen. clear language Where are you, my beauty?Are you watering the flowers in that little garden? —The flowers love you as a baby loves its mother's breast; are you in the cabinet? ——Where you once built an altar to Zhenshu, I vowed to dedicate my soul and the rest of my life to it; are you still buried in the pile of books?- Although you are rich in the wisdom of God, you still hope to further draw human wisdom from the book. My dear mate, where are you?Is it praying for me in the temple and worshiping God?Or in the field, pour out your feelings to the place where nature amazes you and arouses your dreams?Or in the huts of the poor, with your good heart comforting the broken-hearted women, giving them alms, and giving them favors? You are everywhere because you are from the soul of the Lord; you are everywhere because you are stronger than time. Do you remember those nights we had a tryst? ——The brilliance of the soul is like a holy halo shining around us, and angels of love dance around us, praising the achievements of the Holy Spirit.Do you remember those days? —We sat in the shade, and the branches and leaves on our heads covered us, as if to separate us from human beings, like a rib to cover the sacred secret in the heart.Do you still remember the paths and slopes we walked through? ——When we passed by, our hands were tightly held, and our fingers were braided together like your braids; our heads cuddled together, as if you were protecting me and I was protecting you.Do you remember the moment when I came to say goodbye to you? ——hugged me, and kissed me like the Virgin Mary. Through this kiss, I knew: Once the lips are kissed together, there will be some unspeakable secrets.This kiss was like an overture, followed by the sigh of the two, which was like the breath that God blew when he transformed Yong into a human.That sigh enters the world of souls before us, announces the honor of our two hearts, and will stay there until we meet it, forever together... Then you kissed me again and again with tears Say: "Bodies have incomprehensible claims, purposes, and therefore they are often hastily separated for earthly things; while souls are kept in the hands of love, until death comes and gives them to God. Go My dear! Life has chosen you, obey her. Life is a beauty, and who obeys her, she will let him drink the nectar of happiness. As for me, I have a bridegroom, who will live with me, That is love for you; I have a long and auspicious wedding, and that is your memory." Where are you now my mate?Have you not slept well in this quieter hour?Whenever the evening breeze blows, I will let it bring my heart and mind to you.Are you looking at the portrait of your sweetheart?The portrait is now quite different from the man it was painted: the forehead that once stretched joyfully at your nearness now casts its shadow upon it; , now wilted and lost--weeping with sorrow; lips that once were moist with your kisses, now love makes them thirsty. Where are you now, my love?Can you hear my call and my cry from overseas?Can you see my weakness, my humbleness?Do you know my patience, my stoicism?Is there no spirit in the air that can convey the moans of a dying man?Is there no invisible thread between hearts to carry the laments of a dying lover? Where are you, my lifeblood?I was devastated, and my eyes were dark.Smile in the air, and I will rise; breathe in the ether, and I will rise and be born again. where are you darlingWhere are you? what!How great is love, and how small I am! criminal In the middle of the road, sat a young man begging.The young man was originally strong and strong, but now he was starving and emaciated.Sitting on the street, he stretched out his hand to beg passers-by, humbly told that he was suffering from hunger, and begged kind people for help. The night is shrouded in darkness, the young man's mouth is parched, but he is still hungry and empty-handed.So he got up and went outside the city, sat in the woods and wept bitterly.Then he raised his tearful eyes, looked at the sky, and said with hunger, "Lord! I once went to the rich and the rich to find a job, and they drove me away because of my rags; I once knocked on the gate of the school." , They didn’t let me in because I was empty-handed; I asked someone to hire me to make a living, but unfortunately, no one would hire me to work. In desperation, I became a beggar. But life! People see I look like this, but I say: This guy is strong and strong, and charity must not be the turn of slackers and bums. Lord, my mother gave birth to me according to your will, and now I exist because of you. You beg people in your name, and they won't give me a bite of bread?" At this time, the desperate man suddenly changed his color and stood up from the ground, his eyes were burning and his face was full of anger.Then, he broke off a thick dry branch, held it in his hand, pointed to the city, and roared: "In the past, I wanted to support myself and feed myself with my own sweat, but I couldn't live. From now on I will The right to live is to be won by arms, by force! I have begged for a piece of bread in the name of charity, and people have ignored me; now I will take it in the name of evil, and much more..." After a few days, this young man cut off the necks of many people in order to snatch the necklace. Whoever dares to stop his desire will let them die.His money is getting more and more, but his temperament is getting more and more cruel.Robbers loved him, but ordinary people trembled when they mentioned him.Soon, the Amir king appointed him as the governor, and took charge of the city for himself. Thus, by their miserliness, a poor man is turned into an executioner; by their viciousness, a good man is turned into a murderer.