To burn a confusing ball of fire —
From this shore to that shore
My home
Around the cliff to disappear into the horizon
40.
Even if
How can surging water be compared with surging blood
Such an hour comes again
To run after the ship bound for Sichuan
The river of wind erosion turns with the wind
Water, rises to be cloud
The sorrow
The mud stamped into moss
I am still I how can I box myself in
Haunting
Perhaps the end of time
Already beyond hills upon hills
Is unimaginable
Overnight
35.
The soaring wings are bloody
While another little life is born joyously
Abhorring evil as a deadly foe gushing out of my throat
To play wordless emotions
If anybody is willing to believe the fact which has been a verdict
Walking with the river
41.
To extradite water from the River of Forgetfulness
But who can expect that he
No doubt this is the only way to happiness
Is a prince or father of wisdom
Standing on hands at the dim and distant source
Raising you high to extend the hand for help
To water
Mouths which are poor or rich or pure
To aggravate against the irreplaceable peak
When the ground is up and down the birds make a nest in your starry sky
O, river the swan song of life
It is your deep blue eyes
Burning the wilderness of the world
Like a stem of lotus blossom growing out of the ruins
But before the angry flame
He shall always be the incarnation of the Creator
38.
The day and night is like a wheel which is quickly
Like an unexpected guest bursting into my home in midnight
Running away
In the depth of a remote soul
In this way
Head buried the land of my deep thought
Standing into the eyes of a person
42.
Please do not give up the receding tears and dreams
It is doomed the funeral of the deceased is to be held in some evening
In the past years we are as close as brothers
The journey where step by step walking into the realm of heart
The river bends and the river of life extends forever
If the action is said to be a love letter
Are exposed in the sad wailing of the bloody steed
It will be the most intimate friend of ours my love
Or in the following days we are more dependent on each other for survival
Or the instant of time
No matter how distant is the journey the burning flame
Is awakening crowds and crowds of gathering people
Tears drop into the undying burner, suddenly
To leap into the inmost depth my garden of roses
They run painstakingly only
Now I see again
Both wings of the road are fair with countless flowers
In spite of burning into ashes
In expectation of someday plucking gorgeous flowers of the stars
Lingering
Pressed to the bosom to show love of the world
Eternal and boundless I am thinking
It is who
If it really is a blossom of ideal
It is going to be the most beautiful thing under heaven
Like belief in God
43.
36.
When spring comes
They often harbor an ill intention
Stepping toward the abyss gradually
In the world of water
One after another outspread body is bathing in the sun
The idea of myriads of things and beings
As if finding oneself or somebody beyond oneself
With the most touching smiling face to open to all sides
Declaration to the world:
We are a pack of poker-faced people
Suddenly awakened by this
The forehead is carved with the original portrait of the end of the century
And the name of the same stone and large and small bridges
The river of life is doomed
We will forever belong to you
39.
The moving mountains of the world
The heart open with stars …
It is nothing
44.
Stationing at the peak of sorrow
Now I come among them
Strolling with them on the lawn which is dusk and desolate
Like thousands of tons of rust solution bursting out of the throat
Flying dust is first seen about a flock of blue sheep
It blows against the face it is originally deemed
Turning into lava
It is merely a handful of dust merely
It is which ear that is standing straight
The sandbank of soil of mutual help in humble circumstances
In an instant a spell after another spell of breeze set foot
In a dream to step into the grassland covered with briers and brambles
No sooner no later it turns out to be two spring points
But my answer is still Heaven and Earth in one
37.
Only one kind of water and the fine power of water
Exhibiting countless bloody flowers
Can kill famine
And can face oneself really
I am hung in the air
45.
Therefore, more and more consciously I come to know
To believe or to doubt the crowd of people walking on the flagpole without marks
Are howling and wailing into my ears
Echo, travelling upstream
But still I wait for them
When they are away from their kith and kin
And they never stop calling pain
Gentle wind blows hither
And never have I had the annual ring of simultaneous bursting of human beings and beasts
Time leaves our mind so hastily
Sliding to somewhere out of the line of sight
— Galloping against the blood of the steed
The stone is after all stone
And through the final meeting
Dazed eyes heavenward
We own a hilt separately
And those white bones in battles
Along the increasing height of the high continent
The two banks confront each other or in my wild voice
34.
The spiritual inner sea tends to be quiet and restful
Or to become pious followers of a religion
Meanwhile to produce two different voices —
46.
Like a river running through my chest day and night
Qiaojiwa is back
Masimu is back
Wild wind and surprising waves come in body and is with body
It is high time
Making gorgeous flowers blossom in vain near my tomb
Let them abandon themselves to singing dancing
Let those who are standing in darkness feast their eyes
But a process
Lest they weep bitter tears in search
Of the perching shrine and the accomplice of the fire robber
Along the course of the river my mind scampers
Lest the noble forehead is hanged in the encampment
The symbol of the world is like blood and dusk
Nobody can approach truth
Now the continued story is being eulogized by us
Pouring into the unapproachable chest
To hold high your great flag to rescue
