１８１
My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.
In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
芳花白昼落，遗忘如客过。
待到夜来时，熟结长忆果。
１８２
I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.
我似悠长路，频频挪脚步。
夜间静静听，迹印相思处。
１８３
The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp, and a waiting behind it.
夜空如户牖，亦似一明灯。
户牖明灯下，深藏候待情。
１８４
He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
奔波于行善，忙碌成羁绊。
自我无暇顾，终难为上善。
１８５
I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fulness in the field of ripened rice.
我如秋日云，雨尽未留存。
不叹腹空荡，丰裕稻田囤。
