The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
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Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them， but walk on， for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
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Roots are the branches down in the earth. Branches are roots in the air.
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The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.
白云谦逊地站在天之一隅。 晨光给它戴上了霞彩。
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尘土受到损辱，却以她的花朵来报答。
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只管走过去，不必逗留着去采了花朵来保存，因为一路上， 花朵自会继续开放的。
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根是地下的枝。枝是空中的根。
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远远去了的夏之音乐，翱翔于秋间，寻求它的旧垒。
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Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.
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The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.
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The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.
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God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of His special favour.
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I cast my own shadow upon my path， because I have a lamp that has not been lighted.
不要从你自己的袋里掏出勋绩借给你的朋友，这是污辱 他的。
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无名的日子的感触，攀缘在我的心上，正像那绿色的苔藓， 攀缘在老树的周身。
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回声嘲笑着她的原声，以证明她是原声。
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当富贵利达的人夸说他得到神的特别恩惠时，上帝却羞了。
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我投射我自己的影子在我的路上，因为我有一盏还没有燃点 起来的明灯。
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Man goes into the noisy crowed to drown his own clamour of silence.
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That which ends in exhaustion is death， but the perfect ending is in the endless.
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The sun has his simple rode of light. The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.
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The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms， trying to catch stars.
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The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
人走进喧哗的群众里去，为的是要淹没他自己的沉默的 呼号。
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终止于衰竭的是“死亡”，但“圆满”却终止于无穷。
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太阳只穿一件朴素的光衣，白云却披了灿烂的裙裾。
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山峰如群儿之喧嚷，举起他们的双臂，想去捉天上的星星。
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道路虽然拥挤，却是寂寞的，因为它是不被爱的。
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The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall， and clouds that pass by.
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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.
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The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.
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Dream is a wife who must talk.
Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
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The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear， I am death， your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.
权势以它的恶行自夸，落下的黄叶与浮游的云片却在笑它。
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今天大地在太阳光里向我营营哼鸣，像一个织着布的妇人，用 一种已经被忘却的语言，哼着一些古代的歌曲。
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绿草是无愧于它所生长的伟大世界的。
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梦是一个一定要谈话的妻子。
睡眠是一个默默地忍受的丈夫。
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夜与逝去的日子接吻，轻轻地在耳旁说道：“我是死，是你 的母亲。我就要给你以新的生命。”
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I feel thy beauty， dark night， like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp.
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I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.
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Dear friend， I feel the silence of your great thoughts of many a deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves.
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The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a life in the air.
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In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me， I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.
黑夜呀，我感觉到你的美了，你的美如一个可爱的妇人，当 她把灯灭了的时候。
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我把在那些已逝去的世界上的繁荣带到我的世界上来。
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亲爱的朋友呀，当我静听着海涛时，我好几次在暮色深沉的 黄昏里，在这个海岸上，感到你的伟大思想的沉默了。
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鸟以为把鱼举在空中是一种慈善的举动。
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夜对太阳说道：“在月亮中，你送了你的情书给我，我已在 绿草上留下我的流着泪点的回答了。”
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The great is a born child； when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world.
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Not hammer-strokes， but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.
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Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.
The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
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To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
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Asks the Possible to the Impossible， Where is your dwelling-place？ In the dreams of the impotent， comes the answer.
伟人是一个天生的孩子，当他死时，他把他的伟大的孩提时 代给了世界。
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不是槌的打击，乃是水的载歌载舞，使鹅卵石臻于完美。
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蜜蜂从花中啜蜜，离开时营营地道谢。 浮夸的蝴蝶却相信花是应该向它道谢的。
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如果你不等待着要说出完全的真理，那末把真话说出来是很 容易的。
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“可能”问“不可能”道：“你住在什么地方呢？” 它回答道：“在那无能为力者的梦境里。”
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If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
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I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart — I cannot see them.
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Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
如果你把所有的错误都关在门外时，真理也要被关在外面了。
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我听见有些东西在我心的忧闷后面萧萧作响——我不能看见 它们。
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闲暇在动作时便是工作。 静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
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绿叶恋爱时便成了花。 花崇拜时便成了果实。
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埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却并不要求什么报酬。
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This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things.
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Storm of midnight， like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark， has begun to play and shout.
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Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover， O sea， thou lonely bride of the storm.
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I am ashamed of my emptiness， said the Word to the Work.
I know how poor I am when I see you， said the Work to the Word.
阴雨的黄昏，风无休止地吹着。 我看着摇曳的树枝，想念着万物的伟大。
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子夜的风雨，如一个巨大的孩子，在不合时宜的黑夜里醒 来，开始游戏和喧闹。
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海呀，你这暴风雨的孤寂的新妇呀，你虽掀起波浪追随你的 情人，但是无用呀。
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文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。” 工作对文字说道：“当我看见你时，我便知道我是怎样地贫
乏了。”
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Time is the wealth of change， but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
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Truth in her dress finds facts too tight. In fiction she moves with ease.
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When I travelled to here and to there， I was tired of thee， O Road， but now when thou leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to thee in love.
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Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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Woman， with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
时间是变化的财富，时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
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真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。 在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
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当我到这里那里旅行着时，路呀，我厌倦你了，但是现在， 当你引导我到各处去时，我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
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让我设想，在群星之中，有一粒星是指导着我的生命通过不 可知的黑暗的。
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妇人，你用了你美丽的手指，触着我的什物，秩序便如音乐 似的生出来了。
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One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years. It sings to me in the night — I loved you.
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The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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The dust of the dead words clings to thee. Wash thy soul with silence.
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Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。 它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
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燃着的火，以它熊熊的火焰警告我不要我走近它。 把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
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