Tranquility stems from the mind
the mind that determines
what kind of scenery there’ll be
in the heart
when the heart is tranquil
it can hear small subtle sounds
when the heart impatient
a distraught mood will arise
a tranquil heart
like still water
a tranquil person
will naturally have a good dream
every night.
My world
is nothing different
has a warm sun
beautiful moon
romantic stars
my world
possesses a poetic journey
picturesque landscape
sweet-smelling flowers
colored rainbow
my world
all good things
good times
can be seen any moment
with the heart.
After rain
the window of a dull room is suddenly opened
every leaf is coated with a brilliant luster
the distant mountains
previously inked
now the trees and stones are vaguely visible
the dirt is spilled
into ponds and ditches
disembouged into uneven places
with pits and holes
grassy shrunken ponds
becomes muddy sediment.
If the heart is calm and warm
every flower and grass of the world
is a scenery
the past is wind
that becomes memory
living in the moment
in ordinary time
smelling the warm spring rain
watching padestrians
enjoying the quiet
the scenery that is our own
life
happiness is always
the way.
Raindrops
like stars
soaring above the roof
clear dreams
walking through the song of rain
boundless sky
close enough to be grasped
dense and brimming
there’s a trace of warmth
under the eaves
a trace of comfort
the house is sweet as brown sugar
simplicity remains
not far away from dawn
not far away from tomorrow
everything’s in sight
the same piece of sky
waiting for the sun.
Maybe you don’t know
how special you are to me
at the turn of the season
as long as i can see your face
the heart is composed
no longer afraid
everything is fine
every season
when i see your face
joy drifts to the eyebrows
fragrance diffuses through the season
places you have been
flowers will bloom
where you are
it’s a wondrous scenery.
City night
neon flashing blinding
no one sees the moon
no one counts the stars
everyone is busy
wine glasses clink
business and friendship intermix
city night
vehicles still shuttling
things unfinished during the day
are carried out during the night
the city night is hard to stop
microphones roaring
dumping pressures
venting tempers
city night
there are leisurely cafes
a touch of tea can occasionally evoke
certain feelings
but the gravity of the phone is still to big
city night
deep into a district
there’s the sound of frogs in the pond
it seems to tell people
it’s very quiet here
city night
movement and stillness
coexist.
