Flower

30) Song of wild flowers

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Wild flowers, my dearest wild flowers

Spring is your day

Spring is your mom

Spring is your holy faith

Poem within your palm

O!

Wild flowers, my wild flowers

Aren’t you turning down my admiration?

Aren’t you releasing my nuisance?

Aren’t you realizing a fool is waiting for your enlightenment?

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Wild flowers, my dearest wild flowers!

Dawn is on you way

Dawn is by your side

Dawn never fade away

Praises within your lovely farm

O!

Wild flowers, my wild flowers

Wont you care about my admiration?

Won’t you release my sorrows?

Won’t you able to feel my sympathy?

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Wild flowers, my dearest wild flowers!

Rippers living by your side

Rippers waiting for your ride

Rippers need your smile and make him bright

Pleasant within your kindly eyes

O!

Wild flowers, my wild flowers

Won’t you still be seeing me tomorrow?

Won’t you be able to?

Wont you able to speak softly to me again?

Tell me where is your next destination!

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Friend (19) – The Four Gentlemen

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plum flower (kind unknown) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Plum Flower

My Friend, there is a nation who feels proud of you.  Your unyielding nature makes you look even emaciated.  But lanky is not your name.  You are not afraid of the cold winter, but you are the first to bloom in spring.  The first gentlemen standing on the land dancing fearlessly with spring and a smiling gentleman, I called.

Chrysanthemum

My Friend, you do not mind lying next to the grave, and you do not mind associating with strangers soaking up in holy bath.  But you mind only if fall brings you the beauty of grief or sorrows.  With your haughty attitude in autumn, I do not ask for much.  As maple leaves died out all over the floor just for your tender face.

Orchids, Bamboo and Rock, before 1740, by Zhen...
Orchids, Bamboo and Rock, before 1740, by Zheng Xie (1693—1765). Hanging scroll, ink on paper. The Palace Museum, Beijing. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bamboo

My Friend, your elegant, free and easy attitude whirling in the wind, bring a pause to my reminiscent for others.  But you are so modest, you do not forbid birds and landscape rivals with you on a manuscript and you give way to a painter’s inspiration.

A shot of an (Cymbidium - cultivar) orchid
A shot of an (Cymbidium – cultivar) orchid (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 Orchid

My Friend, you are infamous.  You uphold the title of a National Flower and people sing so well of your elegant glory.  What else do you lack of?  Your distinctiveness, wholesome and noble sentiments put you high up to the zenith.  Infact, with your independent personality, praises are to you only a title, but a pursuit in the eyes of others.

7) Chrysanthemum Song / 菊花之歌

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Is just another day

People rolling on the street

Wheels chasing each other

This is the moment we meet

You are in a cart along the city

When I look into your eyes

Let me have a chance to call out your name

Miss Chrysanthemum

You are a whispering angel

Calling my name in the dust

You are a true angel

And I am a true follower

By your side

I rather be a charming face

 

Is just another day

People walking on the grass

Wind chasing each other

This is the time we greet

You are the guardian of the graveyard

When I look into your eyes

Let me have a chance to call out your name

Miss Chrysanthemum

You are a humming angel

Calling my name in the garden

You are a true singer

I am a true prayer

By your side

But I rather be a faithful hand

Friend (13) – wall flower / 朋友(13)- 墙角花

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几朵粉红色墙角花,外型潇洒,清新脱俗,却无人注意。路人匆忙的脚步与车辆排出的废气,它显得无动于衷。

Several pink flowers emerging from the wall, chic shapes, elegant and refine but no one catches a glimpse of them.  Then it was unperturbed with the busy footsteps that passed by her and the exhaust emitted by passing cars.

它没有朋友的围绕,没有赏花人伫立的惊叹。粉红花在那儿孤芳自赏,乐得其中。

She has no friends around, without eager admirers praising her marvel.  She was there all by her own and pleased with her own admiration.

它开心就笑,伤心就哭,没有拘束,没有条例,没有EQ指数更没有IQ过高。

She laugh when happy, cry when sad, with no obligatory, no ruling, not barred by EQ index or high IQ.

它告诉我只要开心就好,它不招摇过市,不爱打扮,只爱素颜见人。写自己的歌,哼自己的曲,怡然自得。

And yet she whispers lightly to me that happiness is not through the streets, not through dressing up but through unhidden Me.  Happiness is to sing your own songs, write your own lyrics and live with bliss.

几朵粉红色墙角花,毫无身价却那么开心,那我们呢?

Little pink flowers along the wall come with no price tags and yet so cheery, but why? Why did you exclude me?

Friend (10) – Epiphyllum / 朋友(10)- 昙花

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摸黑起早,就为了一沾昙花的笑容。但来时一晚,无缘在大家高兴的时候碰面,心里不免有点失望。但想想,花儿如果知道你因为看不到它美丽的一面而失望,它不是比你更失望。

Getting up in the dark just to steal a glance of the smile of the Epiphyllum.  Then again, was not on time for this happy moment for her glory.  Though a little disappointed, but after some thoughts, if the Queen of the Night were to know of my regrets was due to her premature appearance before dawn, guess she may feel more remorseful than me.

想到这点,急忙拿起相机拍下它矫柔隐退的那一刻,为自己写下与花共舞的一章。

The thought of this makes me capture the soft retreat of this unusual moment while I penned down my own chapter of Dances with the Flowers.

世人赞叹昙花一现的珍贵,因为它开花那一刻是如此的短暂。

While all admire the rarely night blooms of its kind, for the reason it wilthers mysteriously shortly before dawn.

相比之下,在它凋谢的时候,却无人瞻仰。原因是花已老去,好景已逝。试问,有几个人会赞美老去的花朵呢?

In contrast, when it withers, there was no one to pay her their last respects, as she shrivels, good time is already a past.  How often do we praise an aged blossom?

没有一朵花永远被人赞美。

Then, no bloom forever earned our praises.

镌古永恒,是我今早追寻昙花的那一刻,我将不会忘记那种追花的感觉。花虽已凋谢,但那股追花的信念,正在心里慢慢地化开。

The moment I pursue this Queen of the Night is going to be eternal, I will never fail to remember the trail.  Though she had faded, but the sentiment of the pursuit has just began.