Every Chinese character has her source,
As every one of us has an overflowing heart.
I seem to see you meditation meditation,
In Pamir, in the Andes, in the Himalayas, in the Hindu Kush, in the Kunlun.
My ancestors of Chinese characters, fairy,
You use your eyes full of three-dimensional pine cone,
You see the direction of mountains and rivers,
You see the flood of the universe,
God only day.
My childhood hard-copy characters in the classroom, ah,
Is your more than eight thousand years of mileage,
That is the emergence of its own land,
Portrayed in your vision of the plum sea of marks,
You see the transformation of time and space
You see the past and the future.
You saw the ancient world of the distant place,
From the mouth of the million characters or the mouth below the cross,
You see the one who will arrive at us,
It was a picture of the hobbit engraved on the stone,
You see bitter, since ancient times life like pain.
You see the secret, the secrets of life come from the mountains,
All of our human ideas now,
That is the gift of the silent priest in the high mountains.
Ah, my great character,
You record the ancient you predict the future,
You sound beautiful and poetic, picturesque, graceful angel.
Day tian, male nan, man. Ancient India Ancient China speaks of the beginning of the universe is a man, we call Pangu, India said big brahma. Days are big.