不是花的香气,要去吮吸它的甘露;不是我的外貌,要了解我的心。不是世界的色彩,要认识它的本质;不是我的躯体,要了解我的灵魂。不是美酒,要饮下杯中的苦痛;不是我的心,要知晓里边燃烧的灯火。不是春天,要认识大自然的无穷变幻;不要打量我,要自己学着做人。不是灯盏的光亮,要看到 It is not the scent of flowers that is going to suck its dew; it is not my appearance. It is to understand my heart. It is not the color of the world. We must understand its essence. It is not my body. I must understand my soul. It is not wine, but the pain in the cup; it is not my heart to know the burning light inside. It is not spring. It is necessary to understand the infinite changes of nature. Do not look at me and learn to be a human. It’s not the light of the lamp. See it.