we are ready to receive deeply those unexpected miracles, Suddenly in the long years The appearance of a comet, the wind suddenly blows; In this moment of our lives, like in a first hug The joys and sorrows of the past are suddenly in front of my eyes Condensed into a standing still shape. We praise the little insects, they had a copulation Or fend off a danger, end their wonderful lives. Our whole life bears Suddenly the wind blows, and the comet appears. what can fall from us, We all let it turn to dust: we arrange us in this age Like autumn trees, one by one Leaves and some belated flowers

Leave it to the autumn wind to relax the tree Into the harsh winter; we arrange our In nature, like a molted cicada moth Put the remaining shells in the mud; we put us on that future death like a song The voice falls off the body of the music, After all, the body of music remains The green hills that turned into one vein are silent. Your jade tree rustling in the autumn wind—— It's a piece of music beside my ears Build a solemn temple, Let me walk in cautiously; Another tall tower inserted into the clear sky towering high before me, Like the body of a saint, Sublimated the noise of the whole city.

You take off your shell all the time, In withering, I only watch you grow; on the criss-crossed fields I see you as my guide: I wish you eternal life, I would like to step by step Become the soil beneath your roots. I often think of a person's life, I can't help but pray to you. you a bush of white fluffy grass Never lived up to a name; But you hide behind all names, live a small life, Live up to the nobility and innocence, Silently accomplish your life and death. all the descriptions, all the hustle and bustle By your side, some will wither, Some become your silence: this is your great pride

But it is done in your negation. I pray to you, for life. I'll never forget The water city in the west, It is a symbol of the world, Thousands of lonely collectives. A solitude is an island, All of them became friends. When you hold my hand, like a bridge over water; when you smile at me, It's like the opposite island Suddenly a window opened. Until the night is quiet, Only to see the windows closed, There are also people on the bridge. I often see in the field a village boy, or a peasant woman Weeping against the speechless sky, for a punishment, but For the destruction of a toy?

for the death of her husband, But for the sake of his son's illness? Weeping so unceasingly, like the whole life is embedded in inside a frame, outside a frame no life, no world I think they seem to be from ancient times Just let the tears keep flowing For a hopeless universe. in the warm sun We came to the suburbs, like different rivers Melt into a sea. have the same vigilance in our hearts, is the same fate on our shoulders. share one god He worries about us: until the danger is over, those divergent streets suck us back in again, Sea water divides into rivers. is an old dream,

The world before us is too complicated, I want to fly with the Peng bird Go talk to the quiet stars. The dream of a thousand years is like an old man Looking forward to the best children and grandchildren-- Now someone flies to the stars, But I can't forget the diversity of the world. They often learn How to run, how to fall, To put the order of the stars in the world, Just throw yourself into the sky like light. Now that old dream has turned into A piece of meteorite in a barren mountain far away. You grew up in the midst of life and death for many years, Once you return to this fallen city,

To the foolish singing of the city, you will be like an ancient hero After thousands of years he came back suddenly, From these spoiled offspring Can't find any gestures of prime years, He will be surprised and feel dizzy. You are on the battlefield like an immortal hero In another world forever to the sky, In the end, it becomes a paper kite with a broken string: But don't complain about this fate, You surpass them, they can no longer Keep your upward, your openness.