Without you, my heart doesn't need to know what comfort and rest are. My work has become endless labor in the boundless ocean of labor.
Today, the summer heat comes to my window and whispers; Bees are playing and singing in the courtyard of the flower tree.
This is the time to sit still, opposite you, singing a song of life in this quiet and boundless leisure.
I travel for a long time, and so does my journey.
Just before dawn, I drove across the vast world and left scars on many planets.
The closest place to you, the longest distance and the simplest tone all require the hardest practice.
Passengers have to knock on every stranger's door before they can knock on their own. People have to wander outside and finally go to the deepest inner hall.
My eyes looked around the clearing, and finally I closed my eyes and said, "You used to live here!" "
This question, and called "Oh, where is it?" Melted in thousands of tears, you promised to answer "I am here!" " The torrent flooded the world together.
The song I want to sing has not been sung until today.
Every day, I always adjust the strings on my instrument. The time is not up yet, and the lyrics are not filled in. There is only the pain of desire in my heart
Stamens are not yet open; Only the wind blows with a sigh.
I have never seen his face or heard his voice; I only heard his light footsteps passing by the road in front of my house.
Spent the whole day paving a seat for him on the ground; But the light is not on yet, so I can't invite him in. I live in the hope of meeting him, but the day of meeting hasn't come yet.
I received the invitation of this world festival, and my life was blessed. My eyes saw beautiful scenery, and my ears heard intoxicating music.
At this banquet, my task is to play music, and I try my best to play it.
Now, I ask, has this moment finally arrived? Can I go in and admire your face and offer my silent salute?
I'm just waiting for love to finally give me to him. This is the reason for my delay, and I am responsible for this delay.
They will bind me tightly with laws and regulations; But I always avoid them, because I am just waiting for love to finally give me to him.
People blame me and say that I ignore people; I also know that their accusations are justified.
The market is over, and so is the work of busy people. Those who told me not to go back in anger. I'm just waiting for love to finally give me to him.
The clouds are accumulating and the darkness is getting deeper and deeper. Oh, love, why did you let me wait outside the door alone?
At the busiest time of work at noon, I am with everyone, but in this dark and lonely day, I only look forward to you.
If you don't let me meet you, if you abandon me completely, I really don't know how I will spend this long rainy day. I have been staring at the cloudy sky in the distance, and my heart sighs with the restless wind.
If you don't speak, I will wait patiently and fill my heart with your silence. I will wait silently, like a sleepless night under the stars, and bow my head patiently.
The morning light will surely come, the darkness will disappear, and your voice will cut through the sky to bet from Jin Quan.
At that time, your words will put wings in every nest of mine, and your music will bloom in my forest.
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, I wandered unconsciously in the center of the earth. My flower basket is empty. I didn't pay attention to the flowers.
From time to time, there is a sadness in my heart. I wake up from my dream and feel a strange smell in the south wind.
This kind of confused warmth makes my heart ache because of longing, and I feel as if I am longing for the perfect breath in summer.
I didn't know it was so close to me and it was mine. This perfect warmth is still in my own heart.
I have to get off my boat. Time dragged on the shore. I am so miserable!
When the flowers bloom in spring, I said goodbye. Now I'm waiting and wandering.
The tide is getting bigger and bigger, and yellow leaves are falling on the shady beach on the river bank.
How empty your gaze is! Don't you think there is a surprise falling from the sky with the distant songs on the other side?
10 In the rainy weather in July, you walk in secret, as quiet as night, avoiding all the watchers.
I closed my eyes this morning and ignored the howling east wind. A thick veil covered the blue sky that was always awake.
The Woods stopped singing and everyone closed the door. You are a lonely pedestrian in this cold street. Oh, my only friend, my favorite person, my door is open, don't leave like a dream.
Friend, do you still have sex outside on this stormy night? The sky wails like a disappointed person.
I didn't sleep tonight. I keep opening the door and looking at the darkness, my friend!
I can't see anything. I don't know which way you are going!
My friend, did you grope your way to me from Moho, from the distant sad forest, through the dark and circuitous path?
12 in this sleepy night, let me surrender to sleep, believe you.
Let me not force my flagging spirit to prepare a perfunctory worship for you.
It is you who painted the night, covered the tired eyes during the day, and renewed them in the fresh joy of awakening.
13 He came and sat beside me, but I didn't wake up. What a hateful sleep, alas, unfortunate me!
He came in the quiet night; With a piano in his hand, the dream soul and his music sounded.
Alas, why is it so wasteful every night? Oh, his breathing touched my sleep. Why can't I see his face?
14 light, where is the light? Light it with the burning torch of desire!
The lamp is here, but there is no flame. _ _ _ _ Is this your destiny, my heart! You might as well die!
Sorrow knocks at your door, and she sends word that your Lord is awake. He asked you to date in the dark.
Dark clouds cover the sky and the rain keeps falling. I don't know what is surging in my heart, _ _ _ I don't know its meaning.
A flash of lightning left a deeper darkness in my sight, and my heart groped for the way that the music of that night called me.
Lights, where are the lights? Light it with a burning torch of desire! Thunder rumbled and the wind roared. The night is as black as a black rock. Don't let time pass in the dark. Light the lamp of love with your life.
15' s net is tough, but it hurts when I want to tear it.
I just want to be free, but I am ashamed to hope for freedom.
I know priceless treasures are around you, and you are my best friend, but I can't bear to tidy up my room full of cereal.
I am covered with dust and death; I hate it, but I love it.
I am in debt, my failure is huge, and my shame is hidden and profound; But when I come to pray for my blessing, I am afraid that my prayer will be answered.
16 The man I imprisoned in my name was crying in prison. I build walls every day. When this wall rises into the sky, my true self is blocked by the shadow of the high wall.
I am proud of this high wall. I covered it with sand to avoid any cracks in the name. I took great pains and couldn't see the truth clearly.
17 Go to a tryst alone. Who followed me in the dark?
I walked away from him, but I couldn't escape.
He strutted and made the ground dusty; Everything I said was mixed with his crying.
He is my self, my Lord, and he is shameless; But I'm embarrassed to go to your house with him.
18 People who love me all over the world try their best to hold me. Your love is not like this. Your love is much greater than theirs. You set me free.
They never dare to leave me, lest I forget them. But you, day after day, have not appeared.
If I don't call you in prayer, if I don't care about you, your love for me is still waiting for my love.
As long as I live, I will call you everything to me.
As long as I am loyal, I feel that you are by my side. I'll come to you for advice and give you my love at any time.
As long as I live, I will never hide you.
As long as there is a little fetter to lock me with your will, your will will be realized in my life. This fetter is your love.
This is my prayer to you, my Lord, please eradicate it and eradicate the poverty in my heart.
Give me strength, so that I can bear the joys and sorrows calmly.
Give me strength to let my love bear fruit in service.
Give me strength so that I will never abandon the poor and never bow to arrogance.
Give me strength, let me go beyond daily chores.
Give me strength, let me surrender my strength to your will with love.
2 1 I thought my energy was exhausted, my journey was over, my road ahead was exhausted, my grain depot was exhausted, and it was time to retire in the silent HarmonyOS system.
But I find that your will doesn't know that the end point is on me. Old words just died on the tip of your tongue, and new music came in from your heart. Old fans, new fields are wonderful in front of you.
I need you, just _ _ _ let my heart repeat this sentence. All kinds of desires that tempt me day and night are completely deceptive and empty.
Just like the night is hidden in the darkness of praying for light, I hear the cry in my subconscious _ _ _ I need you, only you.
Just as the storm tried to calm down, but tried to stop, my resistance hit your love, and its voice was still that I need you, only you.
I tried to weave a wreath all morning, but the flowers slipped away.
You sat there and looked at me from the corner of your eye.
Ask these naughty black eyes whose fault it is.
I want to sing a song, but I can't.
A snigger quivers on your lips, and you ask it why I failed.
Let your smiling lips swear how my song disappeared in silence, like a bee intoxicated in the lotus.
It's night, and the petals should be closed.
Allow me to sit next to you and allow my lips to do the work that can be done in silence and in the twilight of the stars.
When I came to say goodbye to you, there was a suspicious smile in your eyes.
I've done this too many times. You think I'll be back soon.
To tell the truth, I have the same doubts myself.
Because spring comes back every year; Farewell to the full moon and visit again. Flowers come back every year, hanging on the branches. It's quite possible that I said goodbye to you just to get back to you.
But keep this illusion for the time being and don't drive it away coldly and rudely.
When I say that I will leave you forever, accept it as a fact and let the mist of tears temporarily deepen the shadow around your eyes.
When I come again, you can laugh as much as you want.
It's my pleasure to wait by the roadside when it rains on the solstice in summer.
The messenger who brought letters from the unknown sky greeted me and moved on. I am sincerely happy that the blowing wind is fragrant.
I sit in front of the door from morning till night, knowing that as soon as I see you, the happy time will suddenly come.
At this time, I am singing and laughing to myself. At this time, the air is full of the fragrance of promise.
I don't know when you will be near me forever.
Your sun and stars can never hide you from me.
In many mornings and nights, I heard your footsteps and your angel secretly called in my heart.
I don't know why my life is completely excited today, and a feeling of carnival passes through my heart.
It's like it's time to call it a day, and the air is filled with your faint fragrance.
Fatigue weighs on your heart, but you still have drowsiness in your eyes.
Didn't you get the news that flowers are blooming among thorns? Wake up, ah, wake up! Don't let time pass!
At the end of the stone road, in a quiet and deserted field, my friend is sitting alone. Don't cheat him. Wake up! Oh, wake up!
Even if the midday sun makes the sky gasp and tremble-even if the hot sand spreads its thirsty towel.
Isn't there happiness in your heart? Won't your every step give way to the painful soft sound of the strings?
Just because your happiness fills my heart. Because you've been condescending to me. Oh, you king of heaven, who would you love without me?
You let me enjoy all your wealth. In my heart, your happiness has been wandering. In my life, your will will be realized forever.
So, you, king of kings, decorated yourself to win my heart. So, your love also melted into your lover's love, and there you appeared in the image of our complete unity.
Yes, I know, it's just your love. Oh, my love-the golden light dancing on the leaves and the idle clouds passing in the sky cool my mind.
The morning light flooded into my eyes-this is the news you sent to my heart. Your face hangs down, your eyes look down on mine, and my heart touches your feet.
My God, what kind of holy wine will you drink from my overflowing cup of life?
Look at your own creation through my eyes, stand on my ear door and listen to your own eternal harmony, my poet. Is this your happiness?
Your world weaves words in my mind, and your happiness adds music to them. You gave yourself to me in your dream, and you felt your perfect sweetness through me.
3 1 she hides in the depths of my life, in the clutch of divine light; She will never lift her veil in the morning light. My God, I will wrap her up with the last song as my last gift to you.
Said countless courtship words, but did not win her heart; It's no use persuading her to stretch out her eager arm.
I hid her in my heart and wandered around, and the ups and downs of life surrounded her. She rules my thoughts, actions and dreams, but lives alone.
Many people knocked on my door to see her and returned disappointed.
No one in this world has ever faced her, and she is waiting for your common sense alone.
You are the sky and you are the bird's nest.
Ah, beautiful you, your love is in the nest, and your soul is surrounded by color, sound and fragrance.
There, morning came, and he quietly crowned the earth with a golden basket and a beautiful wreath in his right hand.
There, dusk came, through the deserted forest, through the path where horses and chariots disappeared, in her golden urn, with the cool wind of peace, on the quiet western sea.
But there, pure white light dominates the endless sky stretching and soaring for the soul. There is no day or night, invisible and colorless, and there will never be words.
Your sunshine shines on my ground, and you stand in front of my door with your arms outstretched all day, playing back my tears, sighs and songs into clouds at your feet.
You love to wrap this cloud belt around your star chest, winding it into countless shapes and wrinkles, and dyeing it with endless colors.
It is so soft, so fluttering, gentle, tearful and hazy, so you cherish it, oh, you solemn and flawless person. That's why it can hide your terrible white light with its poor shadow.
It is this fountain of life that flows through my veins day and night and through the world. It should dance regularly.
It is this same life that happily stretches out countless pieces of fragrant grass in the dust of the earth, giving birth to ripples and dense leaves.
It is this same life that shakes the cradle of the sea of life and death in the tide.
I feel that my limbs are caressed by the life world. My pride is because the pulse of the times is beating in my blood at this moment.
Can't this cheerful melody make you happy? Can't it make you spin, disappear and break in this terrible happy rotation?
Everything is rushing forward, they don't stop or look back, no force can hold them, they rush forward.
The four seasons dance with this fast and restless music, and colors, sounds and smells come and go. In this overflowing happiness, they converge into endless waterfalls and springs, which are always splashing, retreating and dying.
I want to develop myself, radiate around, and cast a colorful shadow in your brilliance _ _ This is your dreamland.
You set up a fence on yourself, calling your doppelganger with countless different tones. Your doppelganger took shape on me.
High-pitched singing resounded through the sky, responding with tears and smiles, shocking and hoping; The waves are ups and downs, and the dreams are broken. In me, it is your own disillusionment.
The heavy curtains you rolled up drew countless patterns with books and night brushes. Your seat behind the scenes is woven with wonderful and mysterious curves. Abandon all boring straight lines.
You and my magnificent team filled the sky. Because of your singing, the space is shaking, and all the time is spent in hide-and-seek between you and me.
It was he, the most profound, who awakened me with his deep touch.
It was he who put magic symbols on my eyes and happily played all kinds of sad and joyful tunes on my heartstrings.
It was he who wove the veil of fantasy with the magical colors of gold, silver, cyan and green, exposing his toes from the folds. Under his touch, I forgot myself.
With the passage of time, he always touches my heart with all kinds of names, gestures, deep sorrow and bliss.
I don't need to be saved in my dreams. I feel a free hug in the bondage of thousands of joys.
You keep pouring new wine with different colors and smells into my crock.
My world will light his thousands of different lamps with your flame and put them in front of the altar of your temple.
No, I will never close the door of my relationship. Seeing, hearing and touching happiness will contain your happiness.
Yes, all my fantasies will burn into happiness, and all my wishes will bear the fruit of love.
The day is over, and shadows cover the earth. It's time for me to fetch water from the river.
The night sky is full of longing, accompanied by the sound of sad water. Oh, it calls me in the twilight. The barren path is cut off, the wind rises, and the waves in the river churn.
I don't know if I should go home. I don't know who I will meet. There is a stranger playing the lute on a boat in the shallows.
Your gifts to the world have met all our needs, but they have not decreased since they came back to you.
Rivers have their daily work, rushing through fields and villages; But it keeps coming back to wash your feet.
Flowers smell the air; But its ultimate task is to dedicate itself to you.
Dedicated to you, will not make the world poor.
People choose their favorite meaning from the poet's words: but the ultimate meaning of poetry is directed at you.
4 1 Day after day, Oh, Lord of my life, can I stand opposite you? Oh, Lord of the world, can I stand opposite you with my hands crossed?
In the vast sky, in silence, can I stand opposite you with a pious heart?
In your hard-working world, there is a lot of work and struggle. Can I stand opposite you in the crowd disturbing the camp?
When I have finished my work in this life, king of kings, can I stand quietly in front of you alone?
When the HarmonyOS system was first established, the stars were shining for the first time, and the gods gathered in the sky, singing "Oh, perfect painting, complete happiness!"
A god suddenly cried _ _ "The optical chain seems to have broken a link and lost a star."
Their black boy in Jin Qin suddenly broke, and their singing stopped. They cried in horror, "By the way, that lost star is the most beautiful, and she is the glory of heaven!" "
From that day on, they have been looking for her, saying that the world has lost a kind of happiness because she got lost.
Only in the quiet night, the stars smile and whisper to each other _ _ "It's no use looking for it, perfect perfection is covering everything!" "
If I haven't met you in my life, I've always felt bored _ _ Let me never forget it, let me wake up with this sad pain in my dream.
When my days are spent in the bustling cities of the world and my hands are full of daily interests, I always feel that I have gained nothing. Let me never forget it, and let me wake up with this sad pain in my dream.
When I am sitting on the roadside, breathing wearily, when I spread my bedding in the dust, let me always remember that the road ahead is long _ _ let me never forget, let me wake up with this sad pain in my dream.
When my home was decorated, the flute was playing and the laughter was loud, which made me always feel that I didn't invite you to come. Let me never forget it, and let me wake up with this sad pain in my dream.
I am like a remnant cloud in autumn, drifting in the air without a master, oh, my forever shining sun! Your touch is far from evaporating my water, so I am integrated with your light, so I count the long years of separation from you.
If this is your wish, if this is your game, please color my lost emptiness, put on Hui Jin's coat, and let it float in the strong wind and roll into various wonders.
And if you are willing to end the game at night, I will melt and disappear in the darkness, or in the smile of white morning light, in the cool and clean.
On many idle days, I mourn the wasted time. But time is not wasted, my Lord. You have mastered every inch of my life.
You hide in the heart of everything, cultivating seeds to sprout, buds to bloom and flowers to bear fruit.
I was sleepy, sleeping on the sofa and imagining that all my work had stopped. When I woke up in the morning, I found that my garden was full of exotic flowers and plants.
Time in your hand is infinite, my Lord. Your time is incalculable.
When the night goes away and tomorrow comes, the times are like flowers blooming and falling. You know how to wait.
Your century, one after another, will complete a small wild flower.
We can't waste time, because there is no time, we must strive for opportunities. We are too poor to be late.
Therefore, when my time is given to everyone who is impatient and asks for my time, my time is wasted, and finally there is no sacrifice on your altar.
One day passed, and I came in a hurry, fearing that your door had been closed; But I found that there was still plenty of time.
Holy mother, I will string my sad tears into a string of beads and hang them around your neck.
The stars make light into anklets to dress up your feet, but my bead chain will hang on your chest.
Fame and fortune come from you, and you take it all. But this sadness is entirely my own. When I offer it as a sacrifice to you, you will repay me with your kindness.
Sorrow pervades the world and breeds countless situations in the boundless sky.
It is this kind of sadness that silently looks at the stars all night. In rainy July, the rustling trees turned into lyrics.
It is this kind of pain locked in a cage that deepens into love and desire and becomes the pain and joy of the world; It is through the poet's mind that it melts and flows into poetry forever.
Death, your servant, comes to my door. He came to my home across the unknown ocean to convey your call.
It's dark at night, and my heart is scared. But I will hold the lamp, open the door and bow to welcome him. Because that's your messenger standing in front of my door.
I will cross my hands and worship him with tears in my eyes. I will put my wealth at his feet to worship him.
He will go back after completing his mission and leave a shadow in my morning light; In my depressed home, I am alone, as the last sacrifice to you.
In hopeless hope, I looked for her in every corner of the room; I can't find her.
My house is too small. Once I lose something, I can't get it back.
But your house is infinite, my Lord. I went to your house to find her.
At dusk, I stand under your golden sky and raise my eager eyes to you.
I have come to the edge of eternity, where everything is immortal, whether it is hope, happiness or the face I see from tears.
Oh, immerse my empty life in this ocean and jump into the deepest perfection. Let me feel a lost warm contact in the integrity of the universe.