I like the night
i like everything wonderful
night is an avatar of calm and peace
every impetuousness will dissipate into the night
night makes us learn to think
learn how to be thankful
when traces of night pass by our mind
every bustle becomes a thing of the past
the calm of night
makes people see through
the truth
in the night
thoughts collide and sparkle
gorgeous light of idea
burns bright
in the eye of the night.
Thousands of green silk
whisking the water surface
a fish is awakened
swims next to the willow trees
sniffing the breath of summer
the wind suddenly blows
the fish startled
swimming to and fro
as if playing with the willow twigs
sharing the scenery
spending moments of beauty
together.
You are magnimous and noble
strong and sturdy
life is evergreen
crystal clear
supplying jade nectar
for humanity
you are a shining golden shield
bearing a rosy dawn in your heart
your fluttering dress
is always
a symbol of peace
and goodness.
People say you’re a bundle of bright flying arrows
I say you’re the golden body of a combination of multicolored light
selflessly devoting the heat of zenith
for the growth and reproduction of all things
shining on the autumnal harvest of cultivators
sincerely painting the sky red
raising the golden scythe and sickle high
letting every ray of flame add
a miracle.
Science and art
are the same coin
one is on the front
one on the back
all scientific theories
at the root of it all are
but hypotheses
all artistic innovation needs
imagination.
When a wandering boat
sails into the harbor
its face will show
expressions of joy
but it knows
this is not the terminus
harbor
just a place to refuel
a place that cheers on the boat
to go further in the future
a place of rest
a home away from home.
Purple flowers and yellow fruits
if appear on a balcony
if appear in a fine garden
they must have been given many names
loved and kissed
small dreamy purple flowers
blooming on the slopes of this wilderness
nobody watches or cares about them
bodies full of cumbersome thorns
nobody makes a special trip to study them
they know not the world beyond the wild slope
but the sun doesn’t slight them
every lovely round face is hung on powerful branches
they are golden fruits
with no bright names
they don’t exist on the balcony
in the garden
only on the dreamlike hillside
can you find these small purple flowers
and sweet yellow fruits.
