Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
the stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
The waterfall sing, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."
“I give my whole water in joy,“ sings the waterfall, '' though little of it is enough for the thirsty.''
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from tree, the tree gave it.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the word.
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky, The morning crowned it with splendour.
The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of his special favour.
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
The great walks with the small without fear. The middling keeps aloof.
'' The learned say that your lights will one day be no more.'' said the firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.
Fruit is a noble cause, the cause of flower is sweet, but still let me in the obscurity of the shadow of the dedication to do it cause leaf.
The furthest distance in the world，Is not between life and death. But when I stand in front of you，Yet you don't know that I love you.