读书笔记 - Stray Birds - 飞鸟集
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth. The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
The Great walks with the Small without fear. The Middling keeps aloof.
“Who drives me forward like fate?” “The Myself striding on my back.”
The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth—“Your freedom is mine.”
The day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother. Let me dream.