译文:明亮的月光掠过枝头,惊飞了树上的喜鹊;清凉的夜风中,半夜里蝉儿发出阵阵鸣叫。在稻花的香气里,人们谈论着丰收的年景,耳边传来一片青蛙的叫声。
正义的轮子转动缓慢,但却极其精细。
真实是一个不断的过程,而不是一个静止的状态。
If you get up in the morning and think the future is going to be better, it is a bright day. Otherwise, it's not.
The poet's task is to find the eternal in the transient.