回声还会做哪些事情诗歌

Natural echo

Because of aspiration , I often border of trend society. Natural

world at the head, being grass , cloud , the sea , being green ,

white , blue. This clean color , the floating dust having wiped busy

streets away , the heart using me have restored self perception.

Am I what in memory? Before becoming person, be one member in them seemingly also in memory , because of me: I was once as curved as huge mammoth tooth , I was once as naive as leaf , I once resembled a plankter like that, insignificant but happy, I was once as free as cloud. . . . . .

I thank the history having made me feel self , having felt

uncounted life and having been not life naturally,; I thank the

natural world , poem and song thanking all that it continues to

me. This is in why to going on an expedition urgently in reality,

in the machinery rolling, I still use the most beautiful sound,

to say lowly: I am yours.

All things on earth , life , person all dream

having self. Every dream, all is a world. Cloud

figure viewed from behind the desert is being

dreamt of, in butterfly's kissing , dew drop the

flower is being dreamt of dreaming of ocean. .

. . . . I am also dream having me , distant but

limpid, not only it being that a world , it are

New Jerusalem higher than the world.

It is beauty, pure and clean US. Think that I am full of

glory right away in the children's stories opening

Andersen , the shallow mind. I have walked away

toward it , I have been gradually transparent , have

thrown away umbra after one's death. Only have the

road , the free road. My life value, lies in to go on

foot. I want the fine silver at heart , cast a

handful key , go to open national door that day. . .

. . . Side with human being. If possibility , I lose

happiness on in the unseen world.