《飞鸟集》章节试读

《飞鸟集》的笔记-飞鸟集 - 飞鸟集

The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and files away.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
What language is thine,o sea? The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer,o sky? The language of eternal silence.
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily know not that man can lie.
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storm, but who are you so silent? I am a mere flower.
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eye.
The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
Gods find himself by creating.
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.
Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near.
Life is given to us,we earn it by giving it.
The sparrow is sorrow for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your trend.
Wrong cannot afford defeat but right can.
"I give my whole water in joy," sings the waterfall,"though little of it is enough for the thirsty"
Every child comes with the message that God is not discouraged of man.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her master.
pOWER SAID TO THE WORLD,"You are mine." The world kept it prisoner on her throne.
Love said to the world, "I am thine".The world gave it the freedom of her house.
The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
dO NOT LINGER TO GATHER FLowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.
God is ashamed whenmthe prosperous boast of his special favor.
Man goes into the nosy crowed to drown his own glamour of silence.
That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is the endless.
The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.
The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a life in the air.
The Great walks with the Small without fear. The Middling keeps aloof.
When we rejoice in our fullness, then we carport with our fruit with joy.
The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.
This world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.
Measure yourself first before mocking the unsatisfied failure of the others.
The day,with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of all worlds.
pRAISE shames me, for I secreatly beg for it.
The best does not com alone. It comes with the company the all.
God right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.
Our desire lends the colors of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.