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Ming Shi Poem
I am the ship of time,
With the torrential river,
Running no return at all;
Heart is the cloud in the sky,
Drifting to and fro,
Wander in yearning;
The wind blows the clouds,
Softly boat moving,
Overload thoughts and worries;
Distant stars,
That's my dream tonight,
To praise and flicker is my expect;
The ship, sailing toward the other shore,
More and more near,
The cloud is far away from heart;
I want to anchor the lake,
With the beauty Lotus,
Listen to the voice of the heaven;
The heart wants to banish the world,
Cloud turning over,
Youth is gone in the twinkling of an eye;
I can't stop thinking and reading,
So mood day and night,
Because my heart is in the clouds;
The breeze touches bamboo,
The riffle of lake,
The sky with clouds,
It won't be calm,
All the simple things,
Complicated by heart.
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All has just begun,
but It's over,
We walk on a circular trajectory.
Yesterday, we already met,
Just the rays of morning
Dissolved your shadow.
Yesterday's joy,
It's the whisper of the moon and stars,
Not the continuation of today.
Just a prism
Can scatter colorful sunlight
Reflect the Multifaceted humanity.
You have the Lightning and thunder,
Unintentionally break through the sky,
But want to bring light.
The mighty storm last night,
Dropped from Clouds in the sky,
Can flush forever.
The gentle rain tonight,
Dipped from the well in heart,
There would be a day to be dried.
The rain tomorrow night,
Flushing dust of the earth,
Its source is over the water.
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Ming Shi Poem
You are the only love immutable
in my eyes
I am the figure of yearning
in your eyes
The only love is with the figure
But the yearning is by the years
A dot, a drib
The accumulated emotions
In the heart, blooming
It looks no enthusiasm
Plain follows ordinary
But the tacit is all over the soul
The mortal world
Thinking and missing
perhaps
We live far apart
but
Thinking and missing
Back and forth forever
The world is but a little place
But we have no distance
And the approaching soul
Is the best word
Just you let me calm
I want to
Comb and baptism
the emotion threads
In this world of the mortal
I accompany you smiling till end
You live with me for a life
Silent sentiment
In the sun, and
In the soft moon
Love and rely on forever
Look at the river of time
Running toward the west
Hand in hand
Tightly together
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You are a tourist on this boat,
Your hand is the sail,
Your heart is the fierce storm coming.
The wind, worried that the sails will break?
Rain, worried that the boat will turn over?
The storm, will care about the traveler on boat?
Storm, where are you?
I don't want the silence encroaching my time any more,
I want the baptism of wind and rain.
Walk in the vigour of springtime,
Heart is heavy;
Linger golden autumn lakeside,
The heart is little bitter.
Over the sea rising a sail,
In the sky, flying an eagle;
In the cold winter,
a snow lotus is blooming;
In the night, a bright lamp is lit.
Go with storm,
You are the dust of the earth.
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When hearts leap over cloud,
The dropping is poetry-rain.
When hearts climb peak of the hills,
There is a rational ladder.
You learned to accept,
Like the dust of the earth,
Neither to complaint the wind nor the rain,
Walking with them in silence.
You learned to reject,
As the fish knows,
He could never leave the water,
Can only sail in sea.
A wind wept lake,
The moon knows your waves.
Thunder streaked sky,
The star knows your calm.
A green forest of trees,
The sunset cast a glow on her face.
The boundless golden sand sea,
The starry sky cast a faint green for her.
A solitary cedar,
Sunshine covered her with a rainbow.
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When the heart facing the desert,
I am alone, but vast;
When I am crying to call
"Where are you, an oasis of the desert?"
I know how my heart, hurt and pain......
I , walking hard in the sand on the desert
Heart, step by step, standing higher;
When the sky belongs to you,
Why do you take care,
If there is oasis in the desert?
If your heart still has pain,
That is because, you saw
The shadow of yours, moonlight on the lake,.
If your heart, still hurt,
That is because, you forget
The lighting of the dawn, will come only after the deep night.
When the time moulage , quietly engraved in your forehead,
Please don't sigh,
Because soul, originally eternal.
Although the annual ring passed away,
The end of soul, no one can see.
When looking back, the past feet prints ,
Please don't sigh again that,
How many gold years lost,
In fact, hold it, we couldn’t ever.
Tonight the tide was risen up,
Since the moon saw the smiling face of earth;
Tonight, the tide was fallen down,
Since all stars circled to their quiet orbit again.
The sun was rising,
She tenderly kissed my tears,
Her lovely sight beam,
Gently touch my hurt, and
My sorrow of last night,
I felt his love again,
I know, her love is endless ......
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Ego is the home of the heart,
Ego is the nest of the heart,
Ego is the first lover of the heart,
They are dependent on each other.
Ego loves her as deep as the sea,
Ego complains her as high as the mountain;
Ego is the chain of the heart,
Deeper is love,
Tighter is constraint.
The heart longs for freedom,
The ego begs her for peace,
They struggle each other,
What left behind is a lifetime of scars.
The ego closes a door,
The heart opens another world up;
The ego looks out the stars twinkling,
The heart feels the liberty.
I enjoy teatime and taste the Dhyana ,
The heart fingers a string of the chord;
I meet the mountain who is my bosom friend,
The heart meets the running water from the waterfall.
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A Clock That Stops Swinging
Noisy world
Silent;
Walking clock
Shut down;
Modern civilization
Closed.
He was in rags
Standing at the gate of the building
Identifying each pedestrian
Searching for old acquaintance
Wake up memories of the past.
An elderly man is walking
Stumble along
He ran forward,
Hold him,
Step by step back to his home.
A mother is walking laboriously
with a baby in her arms
He ran forward,
Shared the weight in her hand
Send her to her home door.
A man seems like a former friend
Coming at a brisk pace
He came forward
Said hello to him
Tell the joy after being apart a long time.
Hot summer days
The sun shines on his face
He was still watching at
Neighborhood access;
Cold winter days
The wind is bone-chilling
Not stop his wandering footsteps.
Time clock
Walking his feet up
Meet his neighbors
Offer his smiling day by day
Show them the way
With a gentleman's gesture
By cold hands
Help those who need help
His clock
Stop at the years of passion;
His footsteps
Walking in the world of yesterday
His eyes
Not recognize
What is modern civilization.
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The Heart is Twinkling in the Starry Sky
The noonday sun
Fiery like fire
To warm my heart;
The heart is dried wood
Once wind blows
Instantly ignited;
The burning fire
It's the vital passion
The life desire
Lights up the night
I have embarked
On a seeking journey;
A mountain stream
Remind me
It's the trap of the night
I stop the pace
Careful like fireflies;
Fire in heart is burning
The light of fireflies is pale;
Nothing is flying
Faster than vision of mine;
Nothing cab block
The temptation to heart;
Birds flying out of the cage
In a freedom heaven;
Desire is the ladder
Hope is the stars
The heart is twinkling in the starry sky.
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