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2011年11月29日 星期二

Morgen Gedicht

Bin ich allein?
Fremd bin ich auf der Welt!
Was ist die liebe?
Wenn ich  nicht der Wahrheit wissen?
Warum die Menschen liebe nur auf dem Phantasie?
Was kann ich findet, zwischen der Wahrheit und das Phantasie?
Wenn der Wahrheit immer hasselich,und das Phantasie schone?
Warum die Menschen liebe wie betrunken?
Warum keine Menschen der Wahrheit liebe?

Bin ich allein?
Ich leben zwischen Phantasie und der Wahrheit.
Das ist ein besonder schwerig Art!
Weil ich  schone und richtig beide suchen!
Das ist naturlich ein schwerig Ziel!

Aber !wenn ich mit der Gott Phantasie?
Danach konne ich liebe und wissen!

Auf den Liebe fur Gott findet ich das Wahrheit und die Liebe!

2011年11月21日 星期一

Die Kannichen

Wo bist du?
Wo ist mein Kannichen?
Bist du da?Zwischen das große Baum?
Höre mal!
Der Wind war sang eine liebe Lied!
Wenn am die Wiet Weg deine am libesten Freund immer dir denken!

2011年11月17日 星期四

Der Morgen Gedicht

Jeden Morgen aufstehen ich mit neun Hoffenung.Aber manchmal bin ich zu langsame und leer im Geist danach
findet mich keine genau Ziel.Und was würden ich zu werden ohnen das Büche lesen wenn am Morgen hören  ich das Lied die Vögel sang ?
Kleine Vögel ,du bist nicht allein,es gibt mein Freundschaft mit dir zusammen!
Für lange Zeit wohne ich  im allein Zimmer ,wenn die erst Vögel sang,aufstehen ich.Und suchen ich die neun Gedicht zu schreiben.Manchmal wurden ich Bibel lesen oder ein tasse Tea zu trinken .Und ein bisschen später findet ich neun Idea für das Leben.
Eigentlich wisst ich nicht was ich bestimmt zu machen oder nicht zu machen,weil ich doch wie ein Vögelein spielen zu selbst.,und sang ich zu Himmel wiesowie mein liebe St. Fransiz vom Aziz !

Note-----about heaven

I don't know how long was the night.But I almost sleepless,and I saw myself try to find out my dream,I mean,the dreams that belongs to me,for I couldn't feel my ego,and I got lost when I melt into another soul,who was a giant and saint ,then I couldn't different what was me ,and what was the impact my idols brings to me.My "idols" means not"many gods" but the "great minds" in history.I'm a student who study great minds,however,I had always made fault!
Some people said their desire a unique mind!But I 'm just eager want to learn  how could I see further and deeper,not like an innocent and ordinary woman.
I love the world very much,but somehow I belong not here,because heaven is my destination.I believe in we come to the earth to learn ,and the earth is our school,and if we know what is truth and love,we will find the way to heaven.You would ask me,what does heaven mean,I think it is eternal joy and peace,where every good soul share love and freedom,and I am willingly to sell out all my property in order to win heaven!
And I don't know if we must all become Jesus then we would be allowed into heaven!I think we must fallow Him!
I was a child who doesn't like to listen to preach.But now I've learned how to listen to truth which I am thirsty for!
I don't know if the world on earth is only illusion and only heaven is true,but I know part of our spirit on earth will be the equipment for heaven,which I think is a good and sharing heart!
Why so many people believe in life is a contest or fighting?It's so tiredsome,isn' t it?And the way to heaven is not at all a contest!But maybe we should fight to shine with the light of Jesus!
I think I am so old!I will be older than Jesus' mortal life on earth!But I'm not at all wiser than Jesus!How could I do more for people I love!
I feel death is very nearby,and I must not be so childish anymore!
Jesus!You've always known,I am searching for nothing but your kingdom!

2011年11月9日 星期三

The Last Train to Dreamland

The last train to dreamland.
Was it !For a tired traveler from very far away.
It was,but wasn't it ,
A coincidence which happened in a miserable world.

Nothing was there ,would it be?
The traveler didn't know an empty dream.
But it was the last train to dreamland!
And it was there ,when he was very young!

The traveler was tired and exhausted ,
The train twinkle with dim light at night .

Nothing was there,wouldn't it?
He doubt with himself,
How could anybody dream,
In this miserable world!

So,it wouldn't be a dreamland,isn't it?

The last night train ran on the wide field.
Rain drops knocked the window ,
It was a storm at night.
But bizarrely was ,the moonlight sparkling  like searching!
And the cold wind blow like roar.

The last train ran slowly on the field.
With a dimming green light endlessly ran.
No other passenger was there,
Beside our traveler.

But, why nobody wanted to go to the dreamland?
It might be deserted,like a old story!

He fall into sleep.
In his vague conscious,the storm roared his name with anger.

It was the last train to dreamland.
And the train stop .
The traveler waked up.
At dawn with the fragrance of dew.
He saw his grandfather sitting on his old rocking chair and smile.

And he said "It is a beautiful day,isn't it?"
His grandfather said"My child it is only a dream!"