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第一位獲得諾貝爾文學(xué)獎(jiǎng)的亞洲人
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
God's great power is in the gentle breeze,not in the storm.
God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of his special favour.
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky,The morning crowned it with splendour.
The seabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the word.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate;he who loves finds the gate open.
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from tree,the tree gave it.
I give my whole water in joy,“sings the waterfall,”though little of it is enough for the thirsty.
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
The sands in you way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
Stray 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.
Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.
Who drives me forward like fate? The Myself striding on my back.
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.I hear the voice of their wings .
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them,but walk on,for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten,and I feel the freedom of passing away.