When we are in a low mood, we often look at clouds instead of clouds, and rain is not rain. Everything seems to have become the inner appearance. Wherever we look, it is the reflection of our mood.
When you are confused, you will catch a glimpse of the water bird that is soaring in the sky. Where are you flying alone? Are you looking for reed marshes, a wide riverside, or a wide coast? And where are we going, what will the future be, and what will life be like?
Perhaps, such a question is difficult to get an accurate answer, so let us think while we are doing, and where we are doing is also a scenery. Perhaps, the meaning of life is not at the end but on the way .
To a Waterfowl --- William Cullen
Whither, `midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Far, through theri rosy depths,dost thou pursuit.
Thy solidary way?
Vainly the flower,s eye,
Might mark thy distant flight ,to du thee wrong,
As,darkly seen against the critic sky,
Thy figure floats along.
Seek`st thou the plashy brink,
Of weedy lake,or marge of river wide,
Or where the rocking billions rise and sink.
On the chafed ocean side?
There is a Power, whose care,
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,
The desert and illimitable air
Lone wandering, but not lost.
All day thy wings have fannde,
At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere;
Yet stop not , wear,to the welcome land,
Though the dark night is near.
And soon that toil shall end,
Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,
And scream among the fellows; reeds shall bend,
Soon, o`er thy sheltered nest.
Thou`rt gone,the abyss of heaven,
Hath swallowed up thy form,yet,on my heart,
Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,
And shall not soon depart.
He, who ,form zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must trace alone,
Will lead my steps right.
Test water bird—— William Karen Bryant
In the middle of the setting sun, dripping dew,
swept across the rose-colored clouds, where are you flying alone?
Hunter never wants to hurt you, he can't notice you flying,
purple mist covers you, blurry and ugly.
Are you looking for reed marshes, or are they wide riverside,
or are they undulating waves constantly impacting the coast?
There is a god who will take care of you and teach you to recognize your own path.
is by the sea, desert and space, and is wandering alone and not lost.
patted his wings all day long. No matter the sky is high and the air is cold,
has never been tired and pounced on the earth, although the twilight is gray.
The hard journey will be completed, you will have a new nest for summer,
will cry in unison with your partners, and the reeds will be bent by the nest.
I can’t see you anymore, you have disappeared from the sky,
But I remember the teachings you gave me in my heart for a long time.
teaches you the god soaring safely in the vast sky, and
will also give me guidance during my long journey.
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wish you both have the freedom to hold the steering wheel and the happiness of sitting in the passenger seat!
