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萌芽篇 Sprouting

but break apart for the attachment to the soil.
Do not hesitate
but trample upon all foes harboring evil intentions.

The Fifth Part
Clouds
drift leisurely
over hummock

and through mountainside
to gain an insight into lily.
Oh,

what a profound one it is!
What a bent one hardly to erect,
suppressed by thorns!
Stubborn branches
break through sharp thistles and thorns.

Fair petals
disclose parting sadness.
Who strangles such an angel

and tears off vigorous wings?
Noiselessly ——
Slow down your steps please.
Fallen leaves,
pause on treetop for moment.

Be temperate please,
winter,
comfort the soft breath.

Coldness buries hope
without any balderdash.

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