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E. bile trienes

Irene Billing (1877- 1949) is a Bulgarian writer. The important works include two episodes of short stories and the humorous work My Ash.

A gust of wind blew two seeds from the distant forest and scattered them in the field at will. Rain moistens them, soil buries them, and sunshine warms them. So they grew into two trees in the field.

At first, they were short, but they were pulled high from the ground by unintentional time. They see farther than before.

They can also see each other.

The field is vast, until the end of the lush plain, there are no other trees, only these two trees, far apart, standing in the middle of the field together. Their branches criss-cross like some strange rulers to measure this wilderness.

They looked at each other from a distance, thinking of each other and admiring each other. However, when spring comes, the power of life warms them, and the sap flows in their bodies, which reminds them of the eternal mother forest that has left forever.

They shook the branches knowingly and silently gestured to each other. When a bird flies from tree to tree like a mind, they tremble with joy.

When the storm came, they shook in fear, broke branches, groaned and shouted as if to get rid of the ground. The two sides rushed together, grasped the bracket tightly and were rescued in mutual embrace.

When night came, they disappeared into the darkness and separated again. In their sickly pain, they look up at the sky and pray, hoping to send them the light of day as soon as possible so that they can meet again.

If the hunter and the worker sit in the shadow of one of them and rest, the other person whispers sadly, telling how miserable the lonely life is and how slow, heavy and meaningless the days away from their loved ones are; Their ideals disappear because they are not understood; Their hopes were dashed because they could not be realized; How strong the love without comfort is, how unbearable the situation without affection is.

Translated by Chen Jiuying

Spruce and pine trees

Pei Kocic

Perthar and Kocic (1877— 19 16) are writers in the former Yugoslavia. His main works include a three-volume collection of stories on the mountain.

Overflow from the bright and clear sky, full of vitality, flashing cheerful light.

Rhododendron tears, sleepy early mountain flowers, fragrant everywhere. On the wet forest and grass, the proud Veratrum proudly stretches the green leaves, while in the dry and stony places under the warm sunshine, ferns rotted last year and violets with attractive fragrance everywhere began to glow with new green.

The birds sang loudly and in unison, shook their bodies happily and flew around the branches. Plumes of kitchen smoke rose slowly from the blackened chimney, floated lightly to the clear blue sky and disappeared in the lush spruce forest proudly standing above the village.

Under the clear blue sky, spruce and pine trees stand proudly, majestic and vigorous, motionless. They always seem to be sad and thoughtful. Everything rejoices in the revival of life, but what about them? No matter whether the earth is spring, summer, autumn and winter, they are indifferent! They are always so cold and gloomy, sad and melancholy, because their hearts groan, but no one hears them; They shed tears, but no one saw them.

Every time I look at them, my heart is heavy. Why is nature so harsh on spruce and pine trees that I love and cherish?

My spruce, my pine, I also lost all hope; My life is as full of silent worries as you are, so my heart groans, but no one hears the groans and tears, but no one sees the tears.

Ah, I see, your sharp and prickly pine needles are solidified tears, and your green clothes are deep thoughts about evergreen spring. It never smiles at us silently! ……

The heart groans, but no one hears it; Tears are flowing, but no one sees them.

Gao Ren translation

snow

Movat.

Farley Movat (192 1 1) is a Canadian writer. Mainly engaged in documentary literature and popular science reading. His main works are People in the Deer Garden and United Wings.

At an early age, human beings have realized that there are several basic forces dominating the world. Greeks live by the warm sea. They think these basic elements are fire, earth, wind and water. At first, the living space of the Greeks was narrow and closed, and they didn't know the fifth element.

About 33 BC. 1998, a wandering mathematician named pythias made a strange voyage. He went north to Iceland and entered the Greenland Sea. Here he met the fifth element, white, cold and spectacular. After he returned to the warm and blue Mediterranean world, he tried his best to describe what he saw to the people of China. They concluded that he was talking nonsense, because despite their rich imagination, they could never imagine the magical power of this white powder that occasionally covered the top of the mountain where the gods lived.

They can't be completely blamed for not understanding the great power of snow. We, the descendants of the Greeks, have the same difficulty in understanding this phenomenon.

What is the picture of snow in our mind?

Accompanied by sleigh bells, this is a dream of gradually entering the blue-black Christmas Eve.

This is an embarrassing situation. We have something urgent to do, but the wheels are slipping and idling.

It was a teasing shimmer on a lady's eyelashes on a winter night.

It was the helpless smile of suburban housewives when they peeled wet snow clothes for the little guy with a runny nose.

It was the joy of the old man's tears when he recalled his childhood snowball fight.

That's a tacky advertisement, suggesting that you drink a bottle of Coca-Cola on the snowdrift in Sun Valley.

It is the nobility and elegance of the White Crown Forest when it is extremely silent.

That's the crunching sound of snowboarding and the stubborn quarrel of snowmobiles.

For us, snow is everything. Of course, there will be other related pictures, but they only touch the most superficial phenomenon of this multifaceted and ever-changing complex object.

On our planet, snow is an immortal bird that is constantly regenerated because of its decomposition, and it is also an immortal existence in the Milky Way. Somewhere in outer space, huge snow crystal clouds float with time, long before our world is formed, and will not change after the earth disappears. Even the smartest scientists and the most discerning astronomers have to admit that these crystals shining in infinite space are no different from what falls on our palms and faces from the quiet sky in December night.

Snow is a thin sheet that stays on the window glass for a short time. However, it is also a symbol of the solar system. When astronauts look up at Mars, they see a monochromatic red tee-except for its two ends, where the shiny cover extends to the waist. Just like an antelope twisting its white ass on a dark brown grassland, Mars uses its snowfield to reflect the strong light of our sun and show its existence to the outside world.

So is the earth.

When the first interstellar astronaut flies deep into space, the earth retreats, and the blue-green of our oceans and land will gradually disappear, but the last lighthouse before the earth disappears will be our two solar reflectors, the North Pole and the South Pole. Snow will be the last element that astronauts can see from a distance, and it will also be the first flash that foreign astronauts can catch a glimpse of on our earth-if these people have eyes to see it.

Snow is a crystalline powder, which is almost insignificant in stars; But on earth, it appeared in another way and became the supreme Titan. In the south, the whole Antarctica is under its absolute control. In the north, it lurks in mountains and canyons, while subcontinent islands like Greenland are actually completely covered by it, because glaciers are just another form of snow.

Glaciers are caused by snowfall; Snow is thin and soft, with almost no weight ... but it keeps falling, but it never melts. Year after year, generations and centuries have passed, and the snow has been falling. Things that have no weight have weight at this time. The undulating white waste seems unchanged, but in its cold depths, the crystal is deformed; Their structures have changed, and they are more closely combined, and finally they become dark and less luminous ice.

In the recent geological period of the earth, there were four continuous snowfalls in the northern parts of America, Europe and Asia. Every time, snow changed the face of almost half the world. Like Nemesis, the two-mile-thick glacier flows outward from the center height, rubbing the surface, taking away the life and soil on it, leaving deep scars on the original rocks, literally scraping hundreds of feet from the rock skin of the earth. The snow is still falling, soft and persistent. I don't know how many tens of thousands of tons of seawater have disappeared in the ocean and frozen in glaciers; When the ocean retreats from the mainland coast.

Among the natural phenomena known to mankind, no one can surpass glaciers in destructive power. The strongest earthquake can't compare with it. The waves set off by the tsunami are nothing in front of it. Hurricanes are not worth mentioning, and volcanic eruptions spewing flames are eclipsed.

Glaciers are the macroscopic forms of snow. However, as a microscopic form, snow is a symbol of extraordinary beauty. It is often said that no two snowflakes are exactly the same. In fact, it is. No matter how many years ago it fell or what will fall in the distant future, every snowflake in the world is a unique creation in structure and shape.

I know a man who has spent most of his life studying this fleeting miracle. He built a strange house, replacing constant temperature with constant freezing. There is an open hole in the house and roof. Every day and night when it snows, he stays alone in this cold room, taking pictures of falling snowflakes with pre-frozen glass and shooting them quickly with a magnifying glass. For him, this ever-changing and never-repeating fifth element is the embodiment of beauty and the object of worship.

Few of us have his medieval fanaticism. In fact, modern people have become insensitive and have begun to hold contradictory attitudes towards this fifth element. Although we will miss the snowy childhood, we begin to hate snow more and more. We can't control the snow and change it according to our own needs. Snow, which is beneficial to the nature and sky of our ancestors, can create chaos in the mechanized world we built. A heavy snowfall in new york, Montreal and Chicago will paralyze the cities. Around the frozen city, it blocked our roads, stopped trains and planes, and broke wires and telephone lines. Even a small snowstorm will bring great inconvenience-it will cause car accidents and deaths, and even funeral home owners don't want to make money because of difficult problems.

Maybe we will become less fond of snow. Old people often talk about the beautiful winter in the old society, why snow piled up to the height of the eaves, and sledges would slide on the snow covered with trees. This is not all nonsense. This situation was not uncommon a hundred years ago. But since the beginning of this century, our climate has shown a warming trend in the cyclical changes of rising or falling, which can also be said to be a rebound (from our point of view). This may only be a short-term change, and then there will be a downward trend. At that time, where were we poor people in this fragile man-made world? Will we still like snow? It is likely that we will be full of abuse as soon as we hear this word.

However, when that moment comes, some people will survive and will not be troubled by this gentle but ruthless fall. They are really snowy children.

They only live in the northern hemisphere, because Antarctica, a snowy area in the southern hemisphere, is not suitable for human survival unless it is equipped with complete equipment like astronauts. Children in Si Nuo live near the North Pole. They are Aleutians, Eskimos, athabasca Indians in North America, Greenlanders in Eurasia and Siberia, Lapps, Naxi, Chukchi, Yakutia, Yuga Gil and other tribes.

We who are trapped in our own mechanical age are complacent. Assuming that these people have not mastered our brilliant technology, they must be struggling for survival. Facing the harsh struggle for existence, they will not know what "human potential" is. It may be difficult for people who believe that technology can bring a healthy lifestyle. My personal experience can prove that this does not apply to many children with snow. Before we interfered in their affairs out of our greed and arrogance, they were generally doing well. In other words, they live with peace of mind, live in harmony with others, live in harmony with the environment, laugh comfortably, love heartily, feel satisfied with ordinary food and clothing, and have a proud attitude from birth to death.

At that time, Si Nuo was an ally of these peoples. Snow is their protector and shelter, helping them keep out the cold. Eskimos built a whole house out of blocks of snow. Light a simple animal grease lamp, and the indoor temperature will be pleasant. Although the wind whistling outside, the mercury column will drop to more than 50 degrees below zero. The dense snow provides a nearly perfect material to keep out the cold. Snow is easier to cut than wood and can be easily trimmed into any shape. Snow moves lightly and will be strong if used properly. Two people can build an igloo with an inner diameter of 20 feet and a height of 10 feet in two hours. Eskimos with special needs often build igloos with a diameter of 50 feet and connect several houses together to become a veritable igloo.

All the sons of snow use snow as their shelter in one way or another. If you are a settler living in a wooden house, a thick snow wall will be built around the house in winter. Some people dig a hole in the snow and put deerskin on their heads. As long as there is enough snow, the northernmost ethnic groups are rarely attacked by cold.

Snow also enabled their transportation system to be established. There are sledges pulled by dogs and reindeer, as well as snow boots and skis. They can go almost anywhere. The whole snow country has become a road network extending in all directions. They are not slow either. Dogs or reindeer teams can walk 20 miles an hour, and it is easy to walk 100 miles a day.

Snow enables people to move, it changes the behavior of prey, and ensures that the children of snow will not starve to death-otherwise they will be similar to other ethnic groups. On the ice in the Arctic Ocean. Snow gives seals a false sense of security. They left air holes in the ice, which were covered with a thin layer of snow. Chukchi or Eskimo hunters found such a place and waited until they saw a long tooth or branch sticking out before releasing the cat from the bag. So the hunter stabbed his spear at the invisible animal below.

In forest areas, moose and elk are "surrounded" by thick snow in several narrow areas, which makes them as easy to be slaughtered as cows in a cowshed. More importantly, all animals, except those flying in the air and those moving under the snow, will leave traces on the snow. After the first snow covered the earth, everything from bear to rabbit became vulnerable to hunters.

Children in Si Nuo know Si Nuo as well as themselves. In recent years, many scientists have devoted themselves to the study of this fifth element, not out of scientific interest, but because we are nervous and prefer the disaster in the north to come soon, or because we are worried that there may be a snow battle. Scientists spend a lot of time and money trying to distinguish and name countless forms of snowflakes. This is completely unnecessary. There are more than 100 compound words used by Eskimos to express the types and forms of snow, and Lapp people are similar. A glance at the surface of the snow can tell the depth and firmness of the snow on the surface and the amount of frozen parts.

These northerners are so happy when it snows heavily on the earth. They welcome the first snow in autumn, but feel sorry for the disappearance of spring. Snow is their friend. If there is no snow, they can't survive, or even worse, they are forced to live in the south early in the morning, squeeze into our ranks and run for their own purposes.

Today, somewhere, it is snowing It may be scattered in the cold desert, scattering a layer of white powder on the dark, looking up face of a Semite nomad. For them, this may be an Oracle; Anyway, it must be a signal, so they feel awe, tremble and realize something.

Snow may be sweeping across the frozen Ye Ping in Siberia or the Canadian prairie, destroying all the geographical signs in summer, making the machete-shaped snow pile accumulate higher and higher, blocking the doors and windows of the farmhouse. In the house, people have to wait patiently. When the snowstorm raged, they rested; After the snowstorm, they began to work again. In spring, melting snow will nourish new seedlings growing in black soil.

On a quiet night, big snowflakes may be falling over the metropolis; It spins a dazzling cone under the light of a crawling car. It buried the wounds left by modern people on the earth and covered up some ugliness for ugly pustules. The children hope that the snow will not stop all night, so that there will be no shuttle bus, street car or family car to send these poor people to school in the morning. But adults wait patiently, because if they don't stop right away, the snow will destroy the intricate design blueprint made by the survival mode for them.

Somewhere in the Arctic tundra, snow may be rushing through a pile of tents squeezed under rocks. Gradually, the snow embraced a group of sleeping dogs, their noses stuffed in their furry tails until they were all covered, but they slept quite warmly. In the tent, men and women laughed. Tomorrow, the snow may be deep and thick enough that they don't need tents, and the lovely dome of the igloo will stand again, turning winter into a time full of joy, singing, leisure and love.

Somewhere, it is snowing.

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(1) the protoss in Greek mythology.

Translated by Li Wenjun

Nature and life

Defluhua

Dev Lu Hua (1868— 1927) is a Japanese writer. Representative works include Return, Nature and Life, etc.

This moment is the dawn of Fuji.

(Meiji 3 1 year 1 month)

Please look at the dawn of Mount Fuji at this moment.

After six o'clock before noon, I stood on the beach and looked out. At present, there is a misty Sagami beach. At the end of the beach, you can see a faint blue color along the horizontal line. If you can't see the same blue Fuji at the northern end, you may not know that it lurks in the blue of the mountains such as Tochiba, Hakone-CHO and Izu.

The sea and mountains are still sleeping.

Only a touch of rose light, sideways, floating low on Mount Fuji. Stand and watch for a while in the cold. You will see this rosy light climbing down from the top of Mount Fuji second by second. Ten feet, five feet, three feet, one foot, as for one inch.

Fuji just woke up from a deep sleep.

It's awake now. Look, the corner to the east of the peak has turned into a rose color.

Listen, please don't blink. The red light on the top of Mount Fuji seems to drive away the shadow of Mount Fuji before dawn. One, one, two, one shoulder, one chest. You see, the coral-like Fuji standing on the horizon, the pink snow skin, the whole mountain has become exquisite.

Fuji wakes up in the thin red. Please look down. Xia Hong has covered the northernmost mountain top. Then, it quickly spread to Zubing Mountain and then moved to Hakone-machiyama. Look, after the night, the dawn is coming. Red chasing blue, Izu's mountain has long been pink.

When the red footsteps of dawn cross Tiancheng Mountain at the southern tip of Izuyama, please turn your eyes back to Mount Fuji. You will see the purple island, and suddenly there are two or three golden sails, twinkling.

The sea woke up.

If you are not tired after standing for a long time, look at the scene where the waist of the island across the river suddenly wakes up, and then look at Xiaoping Point. You can stand for a while. When your tall figure is reflected in front of your eyes, you will see that the water vapor on the fragrant grinding beach gradually closes and the sea surface is as bright as a mirror. At this time, look up. The mountains have lost their red makeup, and the sky has changed from goose yellow to light blue. Snow-white Fuji leans high under the clear sky.

Ah, please look at the dawn of Mount Fuji at this moment.

sunrise on the sea

The sound of the waves shaking the pillow woke me up from my dream, and then I got up and opened the door. It's the early morning of Meiji 2009 1 1 April 4, and I'm above Shuiming Building and the Pacific Ocean is downstairs.

After four in the morning, the sea is still dark. Only rough waves. Looking east, a fish-belly grey was revealed along the horizontal line. Above is the blue sky, with a golden bow-shaped moon, bright and elegant, as if guarding Japan. A black dog barks at the left head. The rotating lights on the lighthouse at the tip of the headland keep drawing white rings between the land and the sea.

After a while, the breeze blew and the cold wind swept the blue-black sea. The night begins in the east. Twilight morning light, stepping on blue and white waves from far and near. The waves beat against the black rocky coast and became clearer and clearer. Looking up, I don't know when Xiao Yue changed from a golden bow to a silver bow. The misty oriental sky was dyed with clear yellow for the second time. Silvery waves and dark valleys disappeared into the vast sea. Night dreams are still wandering on the sea, and the eastern sky has opened its eyes. The Pacific night is about to disappear.

The dawn at this time is like a blooming flower, like a scattered water wave. The sky and the sea are bright, the sea is gradually turning white, and the eastern sky is becoming more and more yellow. Abortion and the lighthouse naturally dimmed, and finally they could not be found. At this time, a group of migratory birds swept across the sea like messengers of the sun. All the waves are looking forward to the east, making a sound of expectation-invisible sounds are everywhere.

Five minutes have passed, 1 10 minutes have passed. Watching the east shine with golden light. Suddenly, a little scarlet appeared on the seaside, so fast that people couldn't think it was sunrise. Holding his breath, in an instant, Poseidon raised his arms high. I saw that the red dot surfaced and gradually turned into gold thread, gold comb and gold hoof. Then, shake it immediately and throw off the water. The red sun goes out to sea, the glow is everywhere, the morning sun sprays color, and thousands of miles melt gold. Above the ocean, the long snake flies directly to the fundus. The rocky coast in front of us suddenly rolled up golden snow waves more than two feet high.

Sagami beach sunset

The wind in autumn and winter has completely stopped, and the evening sky in Wan Li is cloudless in Wan Li. It's hard to imagine that there are so many peaceful scenes in the world when the sunset stands far away on Izu Mountain.

It takes three minutes for the sunset to reach the foot of the mountain and completely sink to the surface.

When the sun just set in the west, the area around Fuji and Xiangdou was shrouded in mountains and mist. The sun is the so-called daytime, and its silver is dazzling. The mountains also narrowed their eyes.

The sun is setting in the west. Mount Fuji and Mount Xiangdou turn purple again.

The sun is more inclined to the west. The purple skin of Mount Fuji and Mount Xiangdou was dyed with a layer of golden smoke.

At this time, standing at the seaside and looking from afar, the sunset flowed over the sea and reached my feet. All the ships at sea radiate golden light. Mountains, beaches, people, pine forests, pedestrians, overturned bamboo baskets and scattered grass clippings all show fiery red colors.

Watching the sunset in a calm evening is a great feeling to protect the saints from dying. Extremely solemn and peaceful. Even an ordinary person will feel that he has wrapped his body in a halo, and his body has melted, leaving only his soul standing on the eternal seaside.

There is something in your heart. There are too many words of "happiness", but not enough words of "sadness".

Autumn is sinking, close to the top of Izu Mountain. Xiangdou Mountain suddenly became an empty orchid, but the top of Mount Fuji still shone with crimson gold.

Izuyama has caught the sunset. As soon as the sun goes down, the glow floating on the sea recedes for eight miles. The sunset is leisurely inch by inch, minute by minute, looking forward to the world that is about to leave, leisurely sinking.

Finally, there is one last point left. Suddenly sank, turned into beautiful eyebrows, turned into lines, lines turned into dots, and suddenly disappeared.

Looking up, there is no sun in the world. The light disappears, the seamounts are vast and everything is sad.

The sun sank to rest behind the hill. Suddenly, the horizon came and shot thousands of arrows. Looking at the western heaven, it is golden. That's how great men die.

After sunset, Fuji was covered with a layer of cyan. In a short time, the golden color of the western heaven turned scarlet, then gray, and finally blue-green. Above Sagami Beach, the stars shine. They are the remnants of the sun, and they seem to herald the sunrise tomorrow.

Mountain lily

(diary of June 10, Meiji thirty-three years)

The hillside of Houshan Mountain is covered with lush day lilies. One or two mountain lilies are dotted in the middle. White flowers bloom like stars in the dark. In a blink of an eye, the foothills will soon be full, smiling at the wind. Now, there are more flowers than midnight stars.

Visiting flowers in mountain climbing, flowers are hidden in deep grass and are not easy to be found.

When I came back, I stood in my yard and looked out. Flowers are smiling, much more beautiful than thatch.

The morning dew is all over the mountain, and the flowers are sleepy.

The evening breeze blows gently and the grass is full of green waves. Flowers float in the waves, just like algae swaying in the water.

The sun went down and the mountain was dark, leaving only a few white flowers, which looked a little bleak.

When I lived in Tokyo, I wrote the following records about lilies:

"In the morning, I heard the sound of selling flowers outside. When I went out to have a look, I saw Xia Ju, my wife's chrysanthemum and other yellow and purple flowers in his hand, with two or three lilies in the middle. I bought them all at once, put them in a porcelain vase and put them on the right side of my desk. The room is full of fragrance. Sometimes I feel tired in the trail of crabs and birds. I see this gentleman, and my thoughts turn to the depths of the castle peak. "

Among summer flowers, I like morning glory and lily best. Among the lilies, I especially love Bai Baihe and Lily. Weng, who compiled Hundred Flowers Spectrum, insisted that lily was vulgar. However, how can the red lily with heavy makeup include the beautiful Bai Baihe? Don't treat me like a specious romantic. Being in the center of the imperial capital where people are like clouds and things are like rain, being in the center of busier and more urgent situations, you often miss things other than spring and autumn. For a person who is not a farmer, buying flowers is my life-saving money.

Since I bought this bottle of lily, I have been a bosom friend beside the case during the day and brought it to the atrium at night to let the stars and the moon shine and the night dew wash. When I got up in the morning and opened the rain window, the first thing I saw was this gentleman. Overnight, a few buds were missing and a few flowers were added. I brought fresh water from the well to water it. Spray flowers and leaves with water, bring dew, and then put them on the cloister. The green leaves are drenched by water, and the green leaves are about to drip. The new flowers have just bloomed, and there is no dust. Day after day, today's flower buds are the flowers of the Ming Dynasty. Today's flowers bloomed yesterday. The excitement began to decline after a period of time, and the flower seat gradually shifted to the top of the tree. Look, the change of the world in six thousand years can also be seen from the ups and downs of this lily.

Meditation on flowers reminds me of the time when I went to Zhou Fang. Summer is still very shallow. No one to accompany, often climb the mountain by the sea alone. The mirror pool is like a mirror, with one or two boats floating. The green color of the Rocky Mountain reflects the hue of the same sea. There is no sound everywhere, only sunshine fills the world. Fanshan gradually plunged into the sea, slightly abrupt, revealing the skin of the rock. Sitting on this stone, you can dream during the day. At this time, a fragrant wind quietly passed by. Looking back, a lily is standing behind me.

Meditation on flowers reminds me of the time to visit Xiangzhou Mountain. Even a handful of loess in this place contains history. White flowers can be seen everywhere beside huts on the mountain, on steep rock walls, in deep ancient caves, where ancient heroes are buried, where fine valleys flow, under the shade of Chinese fir trees and in small bamboo gardens. Sometimes a child with grass on his back will have two or three sticks in the grass basket. Sometimes I walk along a field path where frogs croak like drums, and suddenly I look up and see a green hill like a grain of rice in front. Hemerocallis are clustered all over the mountain, just like the hair of the mountain god, and countless mountain lilies are dotted everywhere, just like they were planted by themselves. When there is no wind, the velvety green carpet is covered with white patterns. A gust of wind blew, and the green waves of thatch swayed all over the mountain. Countless white flowers are like duckweeds floating on the water.

Meditation on flowers reminds me of the time when Xiashan left early. It is foggy and cold in the mountains in the morning, and it is even colder to wear light clothes. The road is getting narrower and narrower. Pine vertebrae are luxuriant on the mountain, and fine bamboo is clustered under the mountain. Walking under the grass, the dew is all over the mountain. After the breeze, there is a faint fragrance. Look closely, a mountain lily blooms among the fine bamboos. Knee-high dew climbed up Flowers are like a white jade cup, and the night dew in the cup immediately pours down and wets my clothes. Hand-folded flowers, fragrant sleeves.

Meditate on flowers and think of the noble fairy's face. The fragrance is clear and fragrant, and it always stays white. Born in the floating world, no weeds, no mixed floating world. Although she is merciful, her tears are condensed, and she faces sadness, she often looks up at the sun with a hopeful smile in her eyes. It was born in an unknown mountain, and it prospered alone without any regrets. Flowers bloom all over the mountain, and the garden is full of fragrance. Don't boast when flowers bloom, and don't regret when they fade. Elegant passing away belongs to eternal spring. Isn't this angel's comely face the spirit of Bai Baihe?

There is a bottle of lily on the table. Every time I look at it, I feel that I am wandering in a quiet realm. Every time I have evil thoughts, I blush when I see this flower. Ah, Lily, two thousand years ago, you were driving on Jewish land. In people's eyes, you are a symbol of forever conveying the truth. Lily, you are in the garden of a strange country. Lily, may you give me half the fragrance.

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(1) Hiroyuki Morikawa (l656-l7 15), a haiku poet in the middle period of Edo. One of the Ten Philosophers of Banana Gate. He is also good at painting. He is the author of Yunsai, Pian Tu and Selected Works of Customs.

Translation: Chen

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