Life needs a poetic expression…

“我的幻想
是一群萤火虫
活跃的火花
闪耀在 黑暗里”
6/8/2019

“羽毛未丰的小鸟想着追寻极度的自由与解放，
尽管一次又一次跌落中他没能成为雄鹰，
但是他仍记得当年的追求并不打算放弃。”
6/7/2019

“那些令你悲伤的一切，也就是你所喜欢的一切。”
“沉默的鱼潜入深海中，借以波涛表达他的浪漫主义。”
6/4/2019

The first time I start to read poetry is when my about twelve years old.  Since then, I have read many of Tagore’s poetry anthology. Every time when I feel lonely,  poetry is just like a remedy for me. Poetry can represent one’s sentiment. I write this post to record every day my feeling. Meanwhile, hope I would get something new when I reread it after ten years.

“Stary birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.”
Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds 
11/13/2018

“Seven times have I despised my soul:
The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height.
The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled.
The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy.
The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong.
The fifth time when she forbode for weakness, and attributed her patience to strength.
The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.
And the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue.”
Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam
11/20/2018

“Man is a born child,
his power is the power of growth.”
Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds 
11/23/2018