The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.

夜与逝去的日子接吻，轻轻地在他耳旁说道：“我是死，是你的母亲。我就要给你以新的生命。

Dream is a wife who must talk,

Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.

梦是一个一定要谈话的妻子。

睡眠是一个默默忍受的丈夫。

The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.

绿草是无愧于它所生长的伟大世界的。

The earth hums to me today in the sun, like a woman at her spinning, some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.

今天大地在太阳光里向我营营哼鸣，象一个织着布的妇人，用一种已经被忘却的语言，哼着一些古代的歌曲。

The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.

权势以它的恶行自夸，落下的黄叶与浮游的云片却在笑它。

The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.

道路虽然拥挤，却是寂寞的，因为它是不被爱的。

The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.

山峰如群儿之喧嚷，举起他们的双臂，想去捉天上的星星。

The sun has his simple robe of light. The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.

太阳只穿一件朴素的光衣，白云却披了灿烂的裙裾。

That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is in the endless.

终止于衰竭是“死亡”，但“圆满”却终止于无穷。

人生易老天难老，岁岁重阳。

今又重阳，战地黄花分外香。

一年一度秋风劲，不似春光。

胜似春光，寥廓江天万里霜。