I long for a kind of beauty
coming quietly from the distant village
the lovely goats are pasted on the glassine
the bulls are recumbent in the arms of mountains
the little grass hummingly grows in happiness
I long for a kind of freedom
permeating the wilds from beautiful heaven
the wind-like wings fly thru the forests and earth
scattering happy thougths to every corner
I long for a kind of song
walking from the mysterious palace
that song of faith
is like the five-colored Mt. Haizi
still lying in the ancestors' memory
I long for a kind of Nirvana
rising slowly from countless hearts
that peaceful world
is like our originally silent hearts
gradually blooming with holy flowers
發表於 2015-1-11 09:53:09
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