复归本相

曾几何时，
世界丢了纯白。
人像糊了边界，
线条错了曲直，
灯红叠出重像，
红尘铺了黄沙。

习久亦常，
有色渗入意识。
眼睛抹进了沙，
叙事混淆视听，
层层虚掩，
眼看不透本相。

云游长空，晚霞依旧，
夕阳西下、又见黄昏。
山苍树老，花飘水流，
星辰慢舞，日月轮回。
真假虚实，
人世仍然多姿。

失真的后真相社会；
事实被反复改写，
成了新的常态。

只要你愿意
换上良知的晶状体，
世界将复归
无动的雪白。

c.h.e.f andy

注笔：

1 前日做了白内障手术，眼前一片雪亮，轮廓、线条、数字、灯光清晰，没有重像；之前的世界像披上一层黄沙。

2 “灯红”喻灯红酒绿，也呼应下一句的“红尘”。

3 第二段通过白内障手术前的视觉影像，映射世间真假、是非掩盖事实本相。

4 第三段说自然和人世仍多姿多彩，任人弄虚作假，本相依旧。

5 结尾段以白内障手术复明后看到的纯白喻意：只要换上良知的晶状体，便能复归看到不被真假扰动的雪白本相。

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published on 28.1.2026

复归本相 Return to the True Face

Since when
had the world lost its pure white?
People’s outlines blurred at the edges,
lines twisted from straight to bent,
neon lights overlapped into double images,
and the mortal world lay shrouded in yellow sands. 🕸️

Over time, it became habitual,
colored notions seeped into consciousness.
Sand in the eyes,
narratives veil what we see and hear，
layer upon layer,
truth was veiled from sight.

Clouds drift across the vast sky, the evening glow persists,
the sun sets in the west, and dusk returns again.
Mountains gray with age, trees grown old, flowers drifting on flowing water,
stars dance slowly, the sun and moon revolve.
True and false, real and unreal,
yet human life remains rich and full of color.

In this distorted post-truth world,
facts are rewritten again and again,
becoming the new normal.

As long as you are willing
to swap in the lens of conscience,
the world returns
to pristine white—unchanged by how we see it.

Notes

1. Recently, I had cataract surgery. The world before my eyes became brilliantly clear—contours, lines, numbers, and lights all sharp, with no double images; before, the world seemed shrouded in yellow sand.
2. “Red lights” symbolize the glittering, decadent urban life, also echoing “the mortal world.”
3. The second stanza reflects the pre-surgery vision, symbolizing how truths and falsehoods in the world can obscure reality.
4. The third stanza emphasizes that nature and human life remain vibrant and colorful; even if people distort reality, the true nature persists.
5. The final stanza uses the post-surgery restored vision of pure white as a metaphor: by “replacing with a lens of conscience,” one can return to perceiving the immutable, pristine true nature, unaffected by truths or falsehoods.

光的陪伴

你
予我七彩斑斓的世界

初探云隙的旭阳，
蔚蓝的天际，
浩瀚的大地，

庄伟的海与山，
华丽的河川湖泊，
神秘的森林与幽谷，

锦绣彩虹，
醉人晚霞，
难舍的夕阳。

你
赠我一生的察学知悟

光的孕育，
雨的滋润，
生长与凋谢，
日夜更迭，四季循环。

日月星辰的运转，
大自然万物生息、宇宙万象，
人生的缘分际遇，
夜空的心语与梦想。

没有你，
我看不到——

天的辽阔，
日月的光柔，
风云的变幻，
花的待放，
鸟的自由，
家人的关爱，
生活的温暖。

我的世界将是——
黑漆漆，
暗昏昏，
死沉沉。

如今，
你已经付出了一切，
丝尽泪干，
到了休息、更换的时刻。

庆幸，
只需一个新的镜子，
让世界再次映入，
你就会继续伴我余生——

我的眼睛。

c.h.e.f andy

注笔：

化用唐代李商隐
“春蚕到死丝方尽/蜡炬成灰泪始干”，
以喻那丝丝缕缕的耗尽，心力流尽干枯，
一生的观看，长久的劳作，默默的奉献，
直到使命完成，终于迎来休息与更新的时刻。

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published on 20.1.2026

光的陪伴 The Company of Light

You
gift me a world of radiant colors

The sun peeping through the clouds,
the vast, azure skies,
the boundless earth.

Majestic seas and mountains,
resplendent rivers and lakes,
mysterious forests and hidden valleys.

Brocade of rainbows,
mesmerising evening glow,
longing for the setting sun

You
grant me a lifetime of seeing, knowing, and insight.

life-giving light，
the nourishing rain,
growth and decay,
the turning of day and night, the cycle of seasons.

The movements of sun, moon, and stars,
the life of all things in nature, the myriad forms of the universe,
the encounters and destinies of life,
the heart’s whispers and dreams in the night sky.

Without you,
I cannot see——

The vast heavens,
the sun’s brilliance and moon’s gentle glow,
the everchanging, ever-shifting clouds and winds,
flowers poised to bloom,
birds soaring free,
the love of family,
the warmth of life.

My world would be——
pitch-dark,
dim and shadowed,
heavy with stillness.

Now,
you have given all,
your last threads spent, your tears run dry,
it is time for rest and renewal.

Fortunately,
a new lens is all that is needed,
for the world to shine through once more,
and you will continue to be with me for the rest of my life——

my eyes.

Literary Note:

Drawing on Tang dynasty poet Li Shangyin’s lines,
“The spring silkworm spins silk until death;
the candle burns to ash before its tears run dry,”
this evokes the gradual exhaustion of countless threads,
the draining of inner strength,
a lifetime of seeing, long years of labor, quiet dedication,
until the calling is fulfilled,
and at last comes the moment of rest and renewal.

旧梦随风

银杏挥扇舞千枝；
一阵风，
卷起金翼翩翩，
染土画卷——
秋意浓。

丹霞梦回枫满林；
酒醒时，
瞳映枫叶盈盈，
醉了诗篇——
忆残红。

大雁南飞望乡途；
半天浮云，
遮不断昼夜的盘念，
回家的路——
归心切。

芳菲秋别冬将至；
风静后，
落叶不言来去，
旧梦随风——
几回重。

c.h.e.f andy

注笔：

1 第一段｜视觉之美：秋意初起

“挥扇”：银杏的叶，如一把小扇。拟人自然，既写形，也带出风的节奏。

“舞千枝 / 金翼翩翩”：动感充沛，画面灿烂，却不浮艳，保留了秋的清朗。

“染土画卷”：落点极妙，把空中的流动之美，安放到大地之上。

这一段不是“看秋”，而是秋主动展开自身。

2 第二段｜梦与醉：由景入心

“丹霞梦回”：梦中回望往昔的秋色美景。

“酒醒时/瞳映枫叶盈盈”：酒已醒，余醉未散；旧梦仍在，枫林之色尚映于瞳。

这一段完成了从外在之美 → 内在记忆的转折。

3 第三段｜思乡：情感的重量

大雁：候鸟南飞，秋之所向，亦是思乡与返乡的象征。

“遮不断昼夜的盘念”：
半天浮云，也无法遮断心中昼夜反复缠绕的思乡之念。

这一段把“旧梦”，
从个人的回忆，推向人之共同的情感经验。

4 第四段｜放下与回返

“芳菲”：指曾经盛放过的美好时刻——不论是情感、人生，还是繁华本身。

“不言来去”：并非不知去留，而是不执于去留；看见发生，却不再追问结果。

“几回重”：并非否认情绪的反复，而是承认——记忆会回返，旧梦会再临；不抗拒，也不迎合，这正是贴近真实的人生智慧。

这一段里，没有劝慰，也没有结论，
只有一种姿态——
看见、接受，随风而行，随缘而安。

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published on 14.1.2026

旧梦随风 Old Dreams Drift with the Wind

Ginkgo fans the wind, a thousand branches dance;
A sudden breeze,
lifts golden wings in flutter,
brushing the earth like a painted scroll—
autumn deepens.

Returning in scarlet dreams to the maple-filled forest;
when intoxication fades,
crimson leaves quiver in the eye’s reflections,
drunken on the verses—
recalling lingering red.

Wild geese fly south, gazing homeward;
half the sky drifts with clouds,
yet clouds cannot still the heart’s restless thoughts, day and night
the path back home—
a heart longs to return.

Youth and beauty bid farewell to autumn as winter nears;
after the wind has stilled,
fallen leaves speak no word of coming or going,
old dreams drift with the wind,
even as they return in echoes.

Notes:

1｜First Section｜Visual Beauty: Autumn Unfolding

“Fans the wind”: The ginkgo leaves resemble small fans. The personification is natural, capturing both form and the rhythm of the wind.

“A thousand branches dance / golden wings flutter”: Full of motion, the imagery is brilliant yet restrained, preserving the crisp clarity of autumn.

“brushing the earth like a painted scroll”: The landing point is exquisite, grounding the ephemeral beauty of the sky onto the earth.

This section is not merely observing autumn, but autumn actively unfolding itself.

2｜Second Section｜Dream and Intoxication: From Scene to Heart

“Returning in scarlet dreams”: In the dream, one looks back and recalls the autumn colours ie beauty of the past.

“as intoxication fades, crimson leaves quiver in the eye’s reflections: Though awake, the residue of intoxication remains; the old dream persists, and the colors of the maple forest are still mirrored in the eyes.

This section completes the transition from external beauty → internal memory.

3｜Third Section｜Homesickness: The Weight of Emotion

Wild geese: Southbound migratory birds, in autumn season, symbolizing both homesickness and the journey home.

“yet clouds cannot still the heart’s restless thoughts, day and night”: Even half a sky of drifting clouds cannot shield the heart from the ceaseless, tangled thoughts of homesickness.

This section extends the “old dream”
from personal memory to a shared human emotional experience.

4｜Fourth Section｜Letting Go and Returning

“Blossoms of the past” (芳菲): Refers to moments of past flourishing—whether in emotion, life, or worldly prosperity.

“Not speaking of coming or going”: This is not ignorance of what comes or goes, but non-attachment; one sees events unfold without questioning or clinging to outcomes.

“even as they return in echoes” (几回重): This does not deny the recurrence of emotion, but acknowledges it—memories return, old dreams revisit; neither resisting nor indulging, this reflects a wisdom attuned to the realities of life.

In this section, there is no moralizing, no conclusion,
only an attitude:
See, accept, move with the wind, and follow fate with ease.

明月心

月圆月缺月有语，
岁去岁来岁无声。

月起又月落，
月晴时月阴，
月昭终月蚀，
岁月化流年。

朗朗乾坤在，
皎皎明月心。
齐心开盛世，
岁岁守婵娟。

潮起潮伏潮无意，
花开花落花有情。

潮涨复潮歇，
潮发又潮收。
潮涌叠叠浪，
潮止拍岸休。

潮来满思绪，
潮去了无痕。
屡屡浪涛沙，
世代新人立。

c.h.e.f andy

注笔：

1 看了宋代女词人李清照的《残花》——

“花开花落花无悔/缘来缘去缘如水”

‘李清照：《残花》’ https://share.google/FICL5UqXwyPHTsrAK

有感，写下小诗。

2 李清照（1084年3月13日—1155年），号易安居士，宋齐州章丘（今山东济南章丘西北）人，居济南。宋代女词人，婉约派代表，有“千古第一才女”之称。

3 “屡屡浪淘沙 / 世代新人立“

“屡屡” → 反复、不断

“浪淘沙” → 自然的力量筛选、淘洗

意境：潮水不断涌动，冲刷淘洗一切

隐喻：世事更替、岁月流逝、生命的磨练与选择

“新人立” → 新人崭立、承前启后

意境：经历淘洗之后，新生力量屹立不倒

隐喻：历史与人生的传承与更新

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Published on 11.1.2026

明月心 Moonlit Heart

The moon waxes and wanes, and yet it speaks,
the years pass and return, silently.

The moon rises and sets again,
clear skies, then clouds obscure,
its brilliance, in time, meets eclipse,
time morphs into flowing years.

The vast skies stand eternal,
the heart glows with the bright moon.
United, we forge a flourishing age,
year after year, we safeguard the luminous moon.

The tide rises and falls, indifferent,
the flowers bloom and wither, yet full of feeling.

The tide swells and then subsides,
it surges forth, and then retreats.
Waves roll in endless layers,
until the tide rests, lapping the shore.

The tide comes, flooding my thoughts,
the tide goes, leaving no trace.
Waves sift the sand again and again,
each generation rises anew.

Note 1:
After reading the Song dynasty poetess 李清照的《残花》- Li Qingzhao’s “Fallen Flowers” —

“Flowers bloom, flowers fall, flowers have no regrets;
Fate comes, fate goes, fate flows like water.”

Inspired, I wrote a little poem.

Note 2:
李清照 (March 13, 1084 – 1155), styled易安居士, the cultured lay scholar of Yi’an（literary pseudonym that reflects refined scholarship, spiritual cultivation, and genteel detachment), was from Qizhou, Zhangqiu (northwest of present-day Zhangqiu, Jinan, Shandong), and lived in Jinan. A Song dynasty poetess and representative of the 婉约派 (delicate and restrained style), she is celebrated as “the greatest talented woman of all time.”

Note 3:

“屡屡” → repeatedly, over and over

“浪淘沙” → waves sift the sand; a natural force that screens and cleanses

Imagery: The tides surge continuously, washing and purifying everything in their path.

Metaphor: The passage of time, the cycles of history, and the trials and choices of life — like a constant reshuffling of cards, starting each time with a fresh new deck.

“新人立” → new generations rise, taking their place after the previous ones

Imagery: After being sifted and tested, new forces stand firm and unshakable.

Metaphor: The succession and renewal of history and human life.

生命中的奢侈品

烟花易冷，
芳菲难留。
芳华随花落，
流水不重逢。

康食谨行，
去病延寿。
生命贵色彩，
无谓增岁月。

清心养颜，
淡情寡欲。
兰心如止水，
灵思恒山河。

深睡足眠，
修复滋长。
庄周意梦蝶，
梦香不觉晓。

云游十方，
一心随空。
古今源此地，
天涯还此时。

淡泊随缘，
平凡知乐。
相知同长醉，
促膝醒谈心。

温饱家常，
嘘寒问暖。
有情为何物？
爱与被爱间。

c.h.e.f andy

注笔1:

早上朋友圈发来叙养生图片，关于“生命中真正的奢侈品”，看后写下小诗。🙏😃

注笔2:

“庄周意梦蝶” 

出自《庄子·齐物论》“庄周梦为蝴蝶”，象征虚实、物我不分； 是梦境与空性、精神自由的象征。

“梦香不觉晓”

化用唐代诗人孟浩然的五言绝句《春晓》- “春眠不觉晓” ……“梦香” — 有感官 + 安逸 + 沉浸的意味；睡得香而忘了， 没觉擦早晨的到来。

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published on 9.1.2026

生命中的奢侈品 The Luxury of Life

Fireworks vanish in a flash,
blossoms soon drift away.
Youth dissipates like falling flowers.
flowing waters never meet again.

Mindful diet, careful steps,
sickness wanes, longevity grows.
Life cherishes richness of color,
not the mere lengthening of years.

Clarity of heart, cultivating grace;
mellow emotions, few desires.
An orchid heart, still as a quiet pool;
a lucid mind, timeless as mountains and rivers.

Deep, restful sleep,
healing quietly unfolds.
Zhuang Zi dreams he is a butterfly;
Sweet dreams linger, dawn comes unnoticed.

Wandering the ten directions,
one mind eases into emptiness.
Past and present arise from here;
from the world’s edge, we return to this moment.

Living simply, at ease with fate,
finding joy in the ordinary.
Kindred souls share long intoxication;
knees drawn close, we wake to heart-to-heart talk.

Warm meals, simple comforts;
Care in every word and gesture.
After all, what is love—
Between loving and being loved.

Note 1:
In the morning, a friend shared a health-and-wellness post in their social media feed about “the true luxuries in life.”After seeing it, I wrote this little poem. 🙏😃

Note 2:

“兰心如止水”

• 兰 (lán) → orchid, a flower long associated in Chinese culture with purity, grace, elegance, and noble character
• 心 (xīn) → heart, mind, or inner spirit

So 兰心 literally = “orchid heart,”metaphorically.

Figurative / poetic meaning – refined, gentle, and virtuous inner nature. Elegance, serenity, and purity of character. Often used in classical poetry to describe someone’s spiritual or moral beauty rather than physical beauty.

“Zhuang Zhou dreams the butterfly”

• From 《庄子·齐物论》: “Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly.”
• It symbolizes the blurring of reality and illusion, the inseparability of self and world, and represents dreams, emptiness, and spiritual freedom.

“Sweet dreams linger, dawn comes unnoticed.”

• Adapted from the 五言绝句《春晓》 by the Tang poet 孟浩然 -“春眠不觉晓”。
• The two words “dream fragrance” (梦香) evoke sensory pleasure, comfort, and immersion; the idea is sleeping so soundly that one forgets the morning has arrived.

无谓江山老

峰峰叠叠，遥遥延向蓬莱，
草原滚滚，山径幽幽迷雾里。
芳华驻青山，
岁月逝浮云。
芳菲筑梦醉今朝，
谁恋红颜旧？

薄薄蓝天，远古缓步而来，
白云悠悠，历代人文流传。
风骨留千古，
功名逐秋风。
AI 科技创新世，
无谓江山老。

蓝蓝湖泊，承载千秋万象，
流水滔滔，五千年荣辱去留。
携手开天地，
滴水成川河。
万世基业出少年，
不妄暮成雪。

c.h.e.f andy

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published on 7.8.2025

see my English translation 👇🏻

无谓江山老 Civilisation did not Grow Old in Vain

Peaks layer upon peaks, stretching far toward Penglai 蓬莱 (utopia),
Rolling grasslands, a mountain path fades into the mist.
Youth lingers upon green hills,
while time drifts past like floating clouds.
Dreams are woven in the bloom of today—
Who still clings to beauty long gone?

A gentle blue sky, where time strolls forward from bygone ages,
clouds drift gently, where civilisation and culture flow through generations.
Noble spirit echoes through all eternity,
while fleeting fame chases the autumn wind.
With AI and innovation shaping a new dawn,
civilisation did not grow old in vain.

Azure lakes hold the vastness of time and all worldly phenomena,
endless flowing waters carry with them the rise and fall of five thousand years.
Hand in hand, we open a new world,
a single drop becomes a mighty river.
The legacy of ten thousand generations begins with youth;
white hair arrives with no regrets.

Notes on translation choices:

• “无谓江山老” → translated as “civilisation did not grow old in vain” to both acknowledge past glories and struggles, and welcome the new dawn.
• “蓬莱” retains mythical flavor as “Penglai”, evoking an utopia or fairyland.
• “不妄暮成雪” → translated as “white hair arrives with no regrets”, a life fully lived, evokes an honoured, meaningful, earned transition from youth to age.
• “芳菲筑梦醉今朝” → translated as “Dreams are woven in the bloom of today”, keeping its lyrical tone.

一念九尘 · 散文篇

百年美酿，是时间的沉淀与香醇，亦是深情、文化与生命旅程中的积慧沉思。
然而，它依然解不了千年的时差——人与缘分的错过，时间、情感、记忆的错位。
再深情、再香醇的美酿，也敌不过漫长的轮回；也唤不回轮回深处的记忆，唯有情封九尘。

情感被封印在九重尘世之中。九为极数，尘为俗世，执念深藏九尘，也即九界、九天——是宿缘深埋的因果。

“晚霞”与“心灯”，是情感的余晖与执守。
眉间的晚霞，是温柔的光影；心中的那盏灯，还在微微发亮——那是信念，是记忆，是不灭的执念。即使历经岁月与轮回，心中仍有一线光明与期盼。

“十方”，是佛语，指东南西北，四维八极，上下之间，遍及宇宙。“梦回十方”，是穿越时空的追寻。

是谁，在梦中踏遍十方，只为寻找那段未尽的缘，未了的梦？在命途中走过，千载的寻梦。

温香茶韵，飘曳三千世。
茶，是岁月的沉淀。香韵，是情、是思、是念，回旋于时空之间，温柔而缥缈。它如深情的回响，在三千世的轮回中从未散去。在时空的无限里，映照出感情的执着。还有“一缕执念”不曾散去，然而，即使执念还在，也唤不回那段早已错过的缘分。

一念情生，千劫难度。
有情众生，一念情起，苦因已种；陷于生老病死，困于三千轮回。就会经历千劫，却还是不能渡过因果尘缘。缘起缘灭，如梦如风；空灵飘渺，来去皆空。

万千回眸，盼不到历史转身。
错过了，就真的错过了，无论你多么执着地回望。无数次回首，是多世轮回中那执念的牵绊；仿佛一个人在三千世界中轮回，历经百世情劫，一次次回首，只为等待那段宿缘的再度重逢。终究无法唤回已远去的过往，历史不会为任何人，也不会为任何执念而转身。

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published on 24.6.2025

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一念九尘 · 散文篇 A Thought, Ninefold Dust · Prose Reflections

A century-old vintage—a distillation of time and richness, a quiet reflection steeped in deep emotion, culture, and the wisdom gathered across a life’s journey.
And yet, even the finest wine cannot bridge a thousand-year time gap—
the missed connections between souls and fate, the dislocations of time, emotion, and memory.
No matter how profound the feeling,
how fragrant the brew, it cannot transcend the vast arc of samsara—the endless cycle of rebirth—nor retrieve the memories long lost within it.

Love can only remain sealed within the ninefold dust of the mortal world.

Emotion is sealed within the ninefold dust of the mortal world. (In Chinese numerology and cosmology), “nine” marks the limit of numbers; dust, the realm of the mundane. To bury a longing in ninefold dust is to hide it deep across nine realms, nine heavens—where fate is spun by karma.

“Evening glow” and the “heart lamp” are the afterglow of love and the persistence of devotion. The twilight between the brows is a tender gleam; the lamp within the heart still flickers faintly—it is faith, memory, and unwavering longing. Even after lifetimes and cycles of rebirth, that thread of light and hope still remains.

“Ten directions”—a Buddhist term—refers to all of space: east, west, north, south, above, below, and the intermediary realms.
To “dream across the ten directions” is to pursue a longing across all time and worlds. Who is it, wandering through dreams across the cosmos, seeking an unfulfilled bond, an unfinished dream—
walking the path of destiny in pursuit, for a thousand years?

The warm scent of tea drifts through three thousand lifetimes.
Tea – is the essence of time – refined. Its fragrance—emotion, thought, longing—lingers in the folds of space and time, gentle and elusive. It echoes through the wheel of rebirth, never fading. In the vastness of all time, it reflects the persistence of feeling. There remains a single thread of longing that never goes away. And yet, even longing cannot bring back a missed connection.

From a single thought, sentience arises—a thousand trials cannot ferry it beyond the fate of mortal dust. Sentient beings, emotion arises by a single thought, planting the seeds of suffering. They fall into birth, aging, sickness, and death—trapped within the wheel of three thousand worlds.
Enduring countless lifetimes, yet still unable to transcend the karmic bonds of cause and effect. Fate and connections arise and fade, like dream, like wind—empty, ethereal, and in the end, return to nothingness.

In countless backward glances, we wait in vain for history to turn back. What is missed—is truly gone, no matter how longingly one looks back. Each glance is the tug of attachment across many lifetimes. It’s as if one wanders alone through the three thousand realms, enduring a hundred lifetimes of emotional trials, looking back again and again—just to await a destined reunion.
But in the end, the past cannot be summoned. History does not turn back for any longing, nor for anyone.

一念九尘

百年美酿，
解不了千年时差；
唤不回，
轮回深处的旧忆，
情封九尘。

眉间晚霞，心灯微光，
谁在梦回十方？
命途走过
千载的寻梦，
浪迹天涯。

温香茶韵，
飘曳三千世。
一缕执念，
招不来
错落的缘分。

一念情生，
千劫难度尘缘。
缘起如风，缘灭如梦，
万千回眸，
盼不来历史转身。

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published on 22.7.2025

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一念九尘 One Thought, Ninefold Dust

A century-old brew
cannot ease a thousand-year jet-lag;
it cannot summon back
the old memories buried deep in samsara,
where love lies sealed in ninefold dust.

Twilight lingers between the brows, a faint heart-light aglow—
who returns in dreams across the ten-fold worlds?
Through fate’s long journey,
a thousand years of seeking dreams
wandering the edge of the world.

The warm fragrance of tea
drifts through three thousand lifetimes.
A single thread of longing
cannot draw back
those scattered bonds of fate.

From one thought, sentience arises—
a thousand trials cannot ferry it beyond the fate of mortal dust.
Fate rises like the wind, and ends like a dream;
in countless backward glances,
we wait in vain for history to turn back.

P.S.

samsara 轮回 = endless cyclical rebirth

阳光·风起·云开·朝日

阳光
无限地付出，
照耀着中华五千年——
有辉煌灿烂的青史，
也有山河破碎，
任人宰割的耻辱。

风起，
岁月翻卷历代伟业；
英雄千古，
壮烈篇章，代代传颂。
奠基神州大业，
精神不朽，薪火相承。

云开，
唤醒凌云壮志。
新中国崛起，
十三亿同胞携手奋进，
共筑盛世，
开创新时代。

朝日，
映照崭新锦绣河山。
源于代代人接续奋斗，
成就国家富强，科技飞跃。
心怀信念与担当，
迈向光辉灿烂的未来。

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published on 14.7.2025

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阳光·风起·云开·朝日 Sunlight · Wind Rises · Clouds Part · Morning Sun

Sunlight
gives without end,
shining over five thousand years of China—
through periods of glorious, radiant history,
and times of devastation,
shattered rivers and mountains,
scarred by humiliation and foreign domination.

Wind rises,
time leafs through the legacy of dynasties;
heroes live on,
their valor passed down in timeless verse.
They laid the foundation of a great nation,
their spirit endures,
their flame never fades.

Clouds part,
awakening soaring ambitions.
New China rises,
1.3 billion compatriots join hands and strive forward,
building a flourishing era together,
forging a brand new age.

Morning sun
shines upon a renewed, resplendent land,
born of generations’ tireless endeavor,
bringing strength to the nation and technological leaps.
With faith and duty held deep in our hearts,
we march onward toward a radiant, promising future.

从旧梦走到晨光

一昼一夜，
风吹旧梦，雨润新生。
随心路过。

昨夜的风，
吹皱一池秋水，
吹卷一地落叶，
吹乱了一场旧梦，
吹散了一段前缘。

今朝的雨，
洒下几行心语，
落下一帘往事，
湿了风干的记忆，
模糊了湖中倒影。

清晓微曦，
染金云霄天际，
迎来晴天朝阳。
光普大地，
燃起了万物生机，
孕育了万象滋长。

晚霞薄暮，
染红了半边天，
等来温柔的夜。
夜幕低垂，
歇下了繁尘俗事，
静夜温疗身心灵魂。

昨夜的风，今朝的雨，
在晨光与夜色之间，
心伴昼夜，梦拥晨光。

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从旧梦走到晨光 • 散文解读篇

一昼一夜, 心路旅程。从黑夜走到黎明，是内心的一段告别与重生之旅。是走过了时间的跨越，经历了一个完整的轮回。风吹散过去，雨滋养未来。告别旧梦、记忆、失落；走到晨光、希望、新生。淡然，释怀，顺其自然的，不执着、不抗拒的随心路过。

昨夜的风，淡然的把心湖吹皱了，又翻起已尘埃落定的落叶、以为忘了其实没全忘的记忆。旧梦、前缘也都乱了、散了。

今朝的雨，唤来久别的心语，撩起一帘的往事。那些本以为已风干、已尘封的记忆片段，也被细雨轻轻润湿，重新泛起涟漪，却也模糊了倒影、犹记犹忘。

迎来晴天朝阳，万物生机由此点燃。这不仅是自然的苏醒，更是内心的翻篇与重生——告别旧梦，迎向晨光。

在温柔的夜里，情感渐归平衡，内心悄然修复。繁尘俗事一一放下，旧梦也随风而去——终于，心归于静。

“风”与“雨”，见证了心路的旅程与蜕变。
心灵穿越昼夜转换，从旧梦中苏醒，
在晨光中，有了被温柔拥抱的希望。

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published on 29.6.2025

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从旧梦走到晨光 From Faded Dreams to Morning Light

One day and night,
the wind stirs old dreams, the rain nurtures new life.
A journey of the heart.

Last night’s wind,
wrinkled an autumn pond,
swirled the scattered leaves,
ruffled a fading dream,
and blew away a lost connection.

This morning’s rain,
sprinkled lines of words from the heart,
lifted a curtain of recollections,
wet the dried-up memories,
and blurred the reflections in the lake.

The morning’s gentle light,
dyes the sky’s horizon gold,
welcomes a clear, sunny dawn.
Light spreads across the earth,
igniting all life’s vigor,
nurturing all life.

The evening’s fading glow,
paints half the sky red,
awaits the gentle night.
Night’s curtain lowers,
resting the world’s busy cares,
quiet night warmly heals body, mind, and soul.

Last night’s wind, this morning’s rain,
Between dawn’s light and evening’s shade,
the heart journeys with day and night,
while dreams embrace the morning bright.

From Faded Dreams to Morning Light • Prose Reflection

One full day and night — a journey of the heart. To walk from night into dawn is to embark on a quiet voyage of farewell and renewal. It is a crossing through time, a complete cycle of change. The wind scatters the past; the rain nourishes what’s to come. It is the letting go of past dreams, memories, and connections — and the gentle arrival at morning light, at hope, at new beginnings. With calm acceptance and quiet release, the heart passes through — unresisting, unbound, simply following its own course.

Last night’s wind stirred the stillness of the heart, ruffling its surface and lifting leaves long settled in dust — memories thought forgotten, but never truly gone.
Old dreams, faded connections — all undone, all scattered.

This morning’s rain called forth heart-whispers long unspoken, lifting a curtain of past moments. Fragments of memory — once believed dried and sealed away — are softly moistened by the gentle rain, rippling again through the soul, blurring reflections, half-remembered, half-lost.

And then — the clear morning sun.
Its light ignites the vitality of all living things. But it is more than nature’s awakening; it is the turning of a page within, the rebirth of the spirit —
a farewell to faded dreams, an embrace of morning light.

In the tenderness of night, emotions find balance, and the heart quietly heals.
Worldly cares fall away one by one.
Old dreams drift off with the wind —
and at last, the soul comes to rest in stillness.

Wind and rain have borne witness
to the soul’s journey and its quiet transformation. Through the passage of day and night, the spirit awakens from its old dreams, and in the morning light,
finds the hope of being gently held once more.