Caught out a flock of sheep in the morning
Grazing on the h
a rolling win
The flock has forgotten the grazing man
Let him slowly age on the h
At the sunset. A group of sheep brought back the shepherd
This poem su hit the softness of my heart. The words "slowly aging" are eye-catching, more heart wrenching, sour an to the heart... aging is something everyone must face. Not only that, but life an, life an, that is, people often say that things are . In the face of , the Zen family stresses that "nothing is a sect, no phase is the body, no living is the basis", but this is another arduous and long process of practice.
Everything is equal, everything is alive, an is sentient. I have especially noticed the three verbs in the poem, from "crowd out", "forgotten" to "received", and the relat between "sheep" and "shepherd" is subtle. At the end of the poem, "A group of sheep brought back the shepherd", an it again, can't help but feel the feeling of mixe...
Of course, , from another perspective, this poem can also be un as a metaphor. There is no solution here.
Yanzhi Moli (J province)
One afternoon the white skirt is quiet
Even the birds in the shade are quiet
The sounds of birds are vo
Even the car horn from the
The tw has come quietly
The rhythm of the whole poem is soothing and calm, and the rhythm is calm and calm. A few words, but very contagious. The beautiful woman in a white dress in the poem has a very nice name: Rouge Jasmine. "Southern H, Seclusion, and Tao Qian": "With "Mr. Wuliu B", with the self-contained, when people say it." Self-con is to their own s, the poet Rouge Jasmine's "Tw" It may be a special afternoon in her life, or it may be her normal life. In either case, like to read it as a poet's own poem.
There are a lot of material an are . The so-calle, almost has become a luxury in a certain sense. If the heart is not static, there is a lack of strength. A person who lacks strength is unbearable an. The quiet person is self-suff, and the quiet person is quiet. The quiet person, even if there is a hot sun in the sky, the heart has its own shade. If you are quiet, even if you hear the birds, you will be silent. If you are in a busy city, the sound of the car will continue, and you will still feel the leisure of Nanshan... A person who enjoys the qu of s, exudes a calm and calm air. of. At this moment, the poet Rouge Jasmine is as calm as water, and the white dress is more white an in the tw. She is not by the outside world, holding the ring, repairing the heart, enjoying the quietly coming tw in her own Jing’an country. Enjoy the peace of mind
't seen sunflowers for many years.
Who will remember in the sun?
a small flower
On the street, people are shaking
Autumn air is also losing temperature
- Why am looking for?
In this crowde
That gently smiling face
The simple beauty of poetry is reflected in this little poem. remember the first reading of "The Sunflower" by Gong Baiyun, which brought me the inner v, even more than those seemingly gran.
After all, most of the life we experience is flowing in me. The external world is full of coloring, sound, fragrance, an. What is rare is that poetry still exists in the gaps of or life, such as this autumn sunflower.
Has the author ever seen a realistic sunflower? Maybe not. It was an afternoon, in the air that was getting cold in autumn, an urbanite's reverie on the street. "'t seen sunflowers for many years." It was already open to the poet's inner heart. “The crowds on the street are all solitary.” The contrast between the flowers of X and the crowds on the street brings a deep sense of loneliness. This should be the feeling that every urban person walking in the crowd has had, and it caught us all at once. At this time, the poet took this feeling a step further. "The air in the fall is also losing temperature." What is the weather that is lost? I am afraid it is also a human heart. Even in the crowds of rubbing shoulders, the al between people is still so strong, even more . "Why am looking for / in this crowde / gently upwar", a quest, in the chaotic an voice, although low, but touched the heart, especially "the light smile "Bright, pure, beautiful is like poetry ."
The expression of poetry that can enter the heart is often like the sunflower in this autumn, low and low, an to rise up between various expressions that are easily buried. Gently.
In front of the lotus seat, facing the Buddha
a column of time
eep through me, through the void
Out of the temple
till in the buzz
he often receives poems from Ta poet Xiang Meijing, a poetess who loves poetry and is not a creative writer. The subject matter of Bu in her works is not uncommon. Although it is only occas , I seem to always see the woman who walks through the lotus leaf and the Fanyin.
In this first "the buzz", we saw her in the "Lantau, in front of the Buddha", in the "a time of a fragrant " into the s, then, "sound" entered, "through me "Through the void", this breath is very long, we are taken into another space, "I" still exists? Obv, she has melted into this space an a "empty". The word "wearing" is use, not only because the snoring can be "weared", but also the void.
This "sweet feeling" did not after she got up. "Out of the temple, but still in the snoring." What is the buzz? It represents the place where each of us feels as if we are not moving. Connected to each of us.
Humming, into the Zen.
the beauty of hollow
The two sleeves are windy, above the clouds, or clouds.
Flowing water has no about the , it is
Enter the valley -
arrow strips, w, grass, stones
en simple life. They are not unassuming, don’t complain
Accept the sun to soothe an the replacement of leaves -
ometimes, the horse in the light everything forward
I am closer to dusk,
There is a moonlight box hidden, it is to live again.
adness made the night
Relative to full
the air more, just like this moment.
Under the snow, they are everywhere, they put down their bodies.
Melting in my palms -
I have a problem
ut see the green bamboo swaying, in front of the window, there is a hollow beauty.
If a person can look at the natural things, such as clouds, valleys, w, grass, stones, fallen leaves, moonlight, snow, green bamboo an ruthless sentient beings, they can co-frequency with them an to their breathing. This person is un lucky. Happy; it is deep an. The light will be like this.
I like the natural transition of the in this poem. The flowing of the are far and near, the sounds of the hustle an are fasc an... Obv, the poet’s lamp has made the Tao, nature, an. The spirit and mind of unity are rooted in the soul.
"Compared to the full / the empty space", "I have a sly / but see the green bamboo swaying, in front of the window, there is a hollow beauty", such a verse is full of , a self- person tends to be more profoun the emptiness of all things, but at the same time it is , and the promotion of a person's realm must rely on an. The lights are done!
eing close to everything, myself an self... At this moment, I am th that the lights that have never been publ, not complaining, an living are taking themselves to a more profound an time an.
熊国太 | 戊戌之秋
梁小曼译 ｜ 洛尔娜•克罗齐（Lorna Crozier）诗选
得一忘二译诗 | 汤姆·希南诗选
冯默谌译诗 ｜ 我们相遇在一场微雨般的鸟鸣中
译读两首 ｜ 忧郁症
三首英译 ｜ 梦魇
桑婪译 | 乔治•巴科维亚诗选
悦读 ‖ 十个世界级的女诗人
特朗斯特罗默 | 巨大的谜
阿巴斯·基阿罗斯达米（Abbas K） ｜ 一匹狼在卧等，及摄影作品
杰克·吉尔伯特 ｜ 爱过之后
梁小曼译 ｜ 洛尔娜•克罗齐（Lorna Crozier）诗选
得一忘二译诗 | 汤姆·希南诗选
安娜•洛格维诺娃 | 赤裸着身子醒来……
埃乌热尼奥•德•安德拉德 ｜ 和你在一起
杜拉斯 ｜ 所谓孤独，那就是：要么死亡要么出书
冯默谌译诗 ｜ 我们相遇在一场微雨般的鸟鸣中
雷蒙德·卡佛 ｜ 我父亲的一生
加缪 | 西西弗的神话
恩岑斯贝格 | 国语
约翰·阿什伯利 | 在另一个时间里