第一百二十章飞鸟集

你的真相你见不到，你见到的是你的影子。

萤火虫对繁星说，学者们说你的光明总有一天会消失。

His own mornings are new surprises to God. 神自己的清晨，在他自己看来也是新奇的。

He has made his weapons his gods.When his weapons win He is defeated himself. 他把他的刀剑当做他的神。当他的刀剑胜利的时候他自己却失败了。

Woman，when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.妇人，你在料理家务的时候，你的手足歌唱着，正如山间的溪水歌唱着在小石中流过。

The false can never grow into truth by growing in power. 虚伪永远不能凭借它生长在权力中而变成真实。

"Are you too proud to kiss me?"the morning light asks the buttercup. 晨光问毛茛道：“你是骄傲得不肯和我接吻么?”

当浩瀚的宇宙摘下他那神秘的面具时，你却会发现他渺小的心灵，如一个吻。

I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour，it has filled with love. 我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。

Shadow，with her veil drawn，follows Light in secreat meekness，with hee silent steps of love. 阴影戴上她的面幕，秘密地，温顺地，用她的沉默的爱的脚步，跟在“光”的后边。

The lamp of meeting burns long;it goes out in a moment at the parting. 集会时的灯光，点了很久;会散时，灯便立刻灭了。

Around the sunny island of Life swells day and night death's limitless song of the sea. 死像大海无限的歌声，日夜冲击着生命的光明岛的四周。

The sun goes to cross The Western sea，leaving his last salutation to the East. 当太阳横过西方的海面时，对着东方留下他最后的敬礼。

The Great walks with the Small without fear. The Middling keeps aloof. 大的不怕与小的同游。

居中的却远而避之。

Death belongs to life as birth dose.The walk is in the raising of the food as in the laying of it down. 死亡隶属于生命，正如生一样。举足是走路，正如落足也是走路。