Gibran
02-06-2007, 11:41 PM
The Chinar Tree - fragments,mottos,literature reverie
1
The chinar Tree-- the chinars trees in autumn!（With another charming name - woods with silver bells), stretched his chapped branches, leaving shadows flickering on the hoary road. Idle wind makes his filemot flosses flutter about, like the foam in the ocean.
Just like a piece of floss, we're fluttering in this lonesome world, also quiver along an established dream.Our fragmentary thoughts are some kinds of these flosses - no, it's rather a wooden boat, discard of time, who floats up and down, finally tided ashore. It's a mystery whereabouts we die, but at least - tied to the docks.Then we become solemn in the golden light of the sunrise.
2
Dusk - it's easy to gain plain lines in a dusk at the window. This robust taste of beauty has more or less dissapeared, but some vulgar and hoarse cry,instead.
3
Back to the ORIGINAL imagination, as Rousseau said, there's a lake behind the flourished bosk, and a cherry tree besides.The colorful cherries are symbols of love. Skylark wandering betwixt the woods.
4
Games are always pleasant, except when a member began to doubt the rules.To himself game itself isn't a pleasure any more but something stately, simplex,or just a joke.
5
Wanderers are the scarecrows in the far-distance fileds, scare off the crows called LONELINESS.
S says to me ,"That's out of time! The scarecrows nowadays are longing for the coming of crows, so they stand dully in the fileds, sighing. "
6
To watch a drama doesn't impressed us more than the same novel.Because anyone's comprehension to the project ought to be SUSPECTED.And naturally,this suspect leads a weakness of enjoyment to the audience.
7
Sandglass - time is a silent sandglass, we're strangely wearing down in its everlasting reversals, and in the ultimate, we become units of couting.
8
Artist's pleasure - When facing a hill or a brook, the existence in your mind is freely ordered to creat a higher beauty.This is called an artist's pleasure.
9
The greatest form of writing or reading are two sides of a coin, names CREATIVITY. The Great Architect has myriads of coins to sell to the people of fortune in our world.
10
A difference is engendered when the sheep talkative but ignorant and the sheep quiet but wise started to know they're really different.
11
I'm willing to be a lonely fixed star shining in space.
People're always complaining they're born too early, they deemed that all the achievements have been done in the past.
Actually this river of light just came to his first branch current, and was to the deeper space time.
12
Nietzsche said,"Art is a SLOW arrow."
SLOW arrow,much more surprising than "an arrow off the bow "
13
"Breezes floating above the aromatic herbs, and dews in the morning cleared the osmunds." Oh! What romantic lines!
Lights extinguished at the top of the mountains, while breezes slowly sing the cradlesong in a low voice.
14
Pessoa said,"I love life itself more than the omnipotent God."
I'd rather say,"It's love that created all beings. Love is the only entity of Gods. "
15
"Sing a new lyric in an ancient voice." unfortunately, Muse Erato loves more of a new voice.
16
Witty and smart, Virginia Woolf.
The best word to describe her Essays is,adorable.
17
Thomas Hardy isn't one of gifted authors,for his crush on symbolization, as if a mediocre poet who was not so confident, spoke slightly to his readers, "It's here...here what you're looking for."
18
An analphabetic is better than a too-proud man.
But to our surprise, analphabetics nowaday finally become too proud.
19
We love more of a thing which used to possess our love.
20
Heinrich Heine is a poetic figure of Brothers Grimm, Germany is a place full of fairy tales and romance.
21
Misty - At dusk I sat alone, light-blue mist has already covered lights faraway. Dim and faint...a misty city is a good writing theme, like Odysseys's journey.But what should be adverted is, not too dramatic! Such as a excitement when seeing the lightened tile (Eugne Ionesco?)!
It hinted the readers, a superficial scene, a superficial character.
Epilogue
Our living age is nothing more than a single pendulum between ruin and creation, someday he'll be tired of the periodic movement, and then his craziness will lead him to another place, which is spacious enough for our thoughts.
1
The chinar Tree-- the chinars trees in autumn!（With another charming name - woods with silver bells), stretched his chapped branches, leaving shadows flickering on the hoary road. Idle wind makes his filemot flosses flutter about, like the foam in the ocean.
Just like a piece of floss, we're fluttering in this lonesome world, also quiver along an established dream.Our fragmentary thoughts are some kinds of these flosses - no, it's rather a wooden boat, discard of time, who floats up and down, finally tided ashore. It's a mystery whereabouts we die, but at least - tied to the docks.Then we become solemn in the golden light of the sunrise.
2
Dusk - it's easy to gain plain lines in a dusk at the window. This robust taste of beauty has more or less dissapeared, but some vulgar and hoarse cry,instead.
3
Back to the ORIGINAL imagination, as Rousseau said, there's a lake behind the flourished bosk, and a cherry tree besides.The colorful cherries are symbols of love. Skylark wandering betwixt the woods.
4
Games are always pleasant, except when a member began to doubt the rules.To himself game itself isn't a pleasure any more but something stately, simplex,or just a joke.
5
Wanderers are the scarecrows in the far-distance fileds, scare off the crows called LONELINESS.
S says to me ,"That's out of time! The scarecrows nowadays are longing for the coming of crows, so they stand dully in the fileds, sighing. "
6
To watch a drama doesn't impressed us more than the same novel.Because anyone's comprehension to the project ought to be SUSPECTED.And naturally,this suspect leads a weakness of enjoyment to the audience.
7
Sandglass - time is a silent sandglass, we're strangely wearing down in its everlasting reversals, and in the ultimate, we become units of couting.
8
Artist's pleasure - When facing a hill or a brook, the existence in your mind is freely ordered to creat a higher beauty.This is called an artist's pleasure.
9
The greatest form of writing or reading are two sides of a coin, names CREATIVITY. The Great Architect has myriads of coins to sell to the people of fortune in our world.
10
A difference is engendered when the sheep talkative but ignorant and the sheep quiet but wise started to know they're really different.
11
I'm willing to be a lonely fixed star shining in space.
People're always complaining they're born too early, they deemed that all the achievements have been done in the past.
Actually this river of light just came to his first branch current, and was to the deeper space time.
12
Nietzsche said,"Art is a SLOW arrow."
SLOW arrow,much more surprising than "an arrow off the bow "
13
"Breezes floating above the aromatic herbs, and dews in the morning cleared the osmunds." Oh! What romantic lines!
Lights extinguished at the top of the mountains, while breezes slowly sing the cradlesong in a low voice.
14
Pessoa said,"I love life itself more than the omnipotent God."
I'd rather say,"It's love that created all beings. Love is the only entity of Gods. "
15
"Sing a new lyric in an ancient voice." unfortunately, Muse Erato loves more of a new voice.
16
Witty and smart, Virginia Woolf.
The best word to describe her Essays is,adorable.
17
Thomas Hardy isn't one of gifted authors,for his crush on symbolization, as if a mediocre poet who was not so confident, spoke slightly to his readers, "It's here...here what you're looking for."
18
An analphabetic is better than a too-proud man.
But to our surprise, analphabetics nowaday finally become too proud.
19
We love more of a thing which used to possess our love.
20
Heinrich Heine is a poetic figure of Brothers Grimm, Germany is a place full of fairy tales and romance.
21
Misty - At dusk I sat alone, light-blue mist has already covered lights faraway. Dim and faint...a misty city is a good writing theme, like Odysseys's journey.But what should be adverted is, not too dramatic! Such as a excitement when seeing the lightened tile (Eugne Ionesco?)!
It hinted the readers, a superficial scene, a superficial character.
Epilogue
Our living age is nothing more than a single pendulum between ruin and creation, someday he'll be tired of the periodic movement, and then his craziness will lead him to another place, which is spacious enough for our thoughts.