诗人眼中的浪漫，是思想上的浪漫《飞鸟集》

羞怯的思想呀，见我别怕。

我是个诗人啊。

Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.

I am a poet.

夜的黑暗是个袋子，炸裂出黎明的金光。

Night’s darkness is a bag 

that bursts with the gold of the dawn.

当乌云被阳光亲吻时，变成了天上的花朵。

Dark clouds become heaven’s flowers 

when kissed by light.

白云谦逊地站在天边。

晨曦以彩霞为它加冕。

The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.

The morning crowned it with splendour.

夜晚偷偷地把花朵绽放了，

却让白昼去领受感谢。

The night opens the flowers in secret 

and allows the day to get thanks.

云把河的杯子斟满，自己却躲进远山。

The clouds fill the water cups of the river, 

hiding themselves in the distant hills.

少女呀，你的简单纯朴，

如湖水之碧蓝，表现出你真理之深邃。

Maiden, your simplicity,

 like the blueness of the lake,

reveals your depth of truth.

让逝者有不朽的名声，让生者有不朽的爱。

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, 

but the living the immortality of love.

神期待着人在智慧中找回童年。

God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.