float with winds

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Water in spring, 

It is another year, 

And you are still running after the breeze. 

May I have a look at 

My reflection again? 

Water replies gently with thanks: 

“My friend, 

I have never kept a reflection, 

Not even yours.” 

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The four seasons slowly pass by—

Hundreds of flowers whisper to each other: 

“We are the small and weak! 

So, let our lives 

Be full of dreams 

And our drinking cups 

Sentimental, 

For God has already arranged all these!” 

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Young People! 

You should be 

As still and sober as mountains, if 

You can’t float with winds, 

The flowing wind-like career 

Only belongs to the lives of poets. 

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Poets! 

Do not grieve nature. 

The picture of “beauty” 

Needs to be painted lightly.              

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In the slightly tiring 

Deep thought, 

The pigeon whistles 

Carried on the wind, 

Pierce the air for poems. 

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Ice is as quiet as a mountain, 

But a mountain is as vivid as flowing water. 

How can the poet 

Manipulate them like this? 

 

[Bing Xin {1900-1999} 'Spring Water']