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 Old Poetry:  Start Time                               - - - - L&D  On a subtropical morning road with the scent of flowers Is that the light of love towards the side of happiness Angel is running for us under the elms With the warm message of love, with fresh air A knotted flower of love  Is the beginning of the warmest spring Smiling, staring, looking at each other Let's walk together to the shore of happy love Walk together through the seasons of fog, rain, frost, snow  Smiling, staring, looking at each other Swinging on the swing of the spring flower garden with tender feelings Looking back at the beginning of our life together                       By Vicha Viye  LL                       Date of writing，2019 Note: This poem was written in 2019,  it‘s  ...

  Old Poetry:  The Prayer of Summer Solstice Summer solstice, sunshine exceptionally bright When the horseshoes toward the sky Fragrant lilies, quietly open Beautiful flowers, one by one, smiling on the hillside The storm from the Huns, has lost soul to escape The war to quell, the horses are singing in joy White clouds floating in the mountains above, million flowers have bright colors The wife gazed into the distance,at the hilltop, her long dress in the wind lightly drag Arrogant dust falls into the valley , the trees of the forest raise the branches Defeated the invaders of the generals and soldiers are triumphant and return At sunset, the gongs and drums leisurely sound in the mountains The geese are free to fly and dance above the trees The couple standing on the flower shadow Looking at the blue sky Pious prayer, hope from then on World peace, people have peaceful days                            ...

 Old Poem:  The King Who Has Died  Over Thousands Years You are the king who has died over thousands years You died in Chunqiu period when the beacon was burning You died in the ancient road of dark shadows Like me, died by the arrow of rebellion Died in the heartbreaking retrospect The peonies in the imperial capital are scattered all over the pond Your beauty fell on the chair, like The thin moon, the shadow of flowers Falling down in unison, like me Thousands of emotional loss In the ridge, the yellow sand is flying in the sky Drowning the greatness of your life In the wind, the clouds float in the sky Burning out the sadness of the remaining history King, you have died thousands years Tonight the wind sleeps and the moon produces smoke The peonies are flowing again in the wild The ghosts are dancing in the trees King, have you returned too? Like me, resurrected in the light                           ...

 2022  Poetry : "Sharpening Sword On The Green Mountain "                   - - - - To  My Ancestors The anacreontic sky suddenly darkens Storms hit the city Everything is covered with dust and sludge The crimson poppy flowers Swaying , Swaying Struggling, struggling Withered in the corridor where the cuckoo cries A heavy wooden door is closed A line of star texts dissipated in the heaven Two surviving ponies Like lonely geese hovering in the air, wailing Wailing，erect a broken flag on the precipice Write down the blood book, will pick the old mountains and rivers again In the face of the stormy waves   There is no safe way back The lighthouse is bright in the distance , in the dark world It is the warm hope in the heart Is the green mountain in the distantm, hide in the clouds Is a paradise for sword sharpening , in the hidden world Time and time again, year after year The beautiful poppy flowers of the road side Reo...

2022 Poem:  The Compassionate Soul        - - - - To     My  Ancestors                   Those old days that faded away Like a spectacular and wonderful waterfall Shining in the multicolored clouds Very beautiful，and dangerous Like a thrilling waterfall Falling from the top of the mountain into the bottom of the valley Like a flock of birds flying into the land from the trees Digging in the mud and soil for the hope of life Praying with the birds of the hidden world Hope the silent soul turn into a fresh lotus Year after year, the petals of compassion will blossom in the mud And blossom into the beautiful length of life for ten thousand years             By Vicha Viye/Weixia Weiye  LL, 2022-1-26 Note: "Compassion for all" is the basic tenet of Buddhism.Lotus is the sacred flower of Buddhism. It is said that lotus has a long life. It is said that some lotus have te...

Old Poem: "All Things Coexist In Earth" On the vast plain, though the stream is small It can accommodate the reflection of piles of clouds in the sky Within sight, the mountains are very high But no higher than the wings of the little birds on the mountain tops There are some vast substance in the eye There are also many tiny bud-like things Walking on the road, not humbled Looking up at the sky Looking down at the land                  Author: Weixia Weiye / Vicha Viye  LL              2017-4-9, Draft Note: This poem was written based on the scenery I saw on the road with D and the music TV video (the video about hummingbirds). The little birds in this poem are reference to birds, which are small compared to the size of the mountains, but many birds can fly very high. 汉语原文诗稿： 旧诗：《 万物共存天地 》 广袤原上，小溪虽小 也容下了天空成堆的游云倒影 视线之内，群山很高 却没高过小鸟翔于山顶的翅膀 眼里有浩荡的庞然物质 也有微渺存在的芽状生灵 走在路上，不卑不亢 仰望天空 俯视大地       ...

 2022 Poem: "Silent Soul"                       ---- To my ancestors The snow like silver flowers on the tree Silently drifting down in the wind of the old year Like the sorrow shining stars Falling in the dust Silent in the mud The wind hisses again and again Continues to shake the world The trees continue to grow taller Are the souls waking up that have been doldrums for many years  Have they cultivate into the snow of high mountain this time? Ten thousand years , will not melt Ten thousand years , will not dissipate             By Weixia Weiye / Vicha Viye LL                     2022-2-4, Draft 汉语原文稿： 2022诗歌： 《 沉寂灵魂  》                                              ---- 写给我的先祖们 那一树银花般的雪 悄无生息飘落旧年的风中 如一颗颗忧郁的闪亮星星 没落  尘寰 沉寂...

 Old Poem: "Can Awaken" It was the misty song that disappeared in the middle of the night It was a lonely figure lost in a dream All crossing valves have been opened in the wind The brightest stars rush to the moment Can awaken the sleeping heart under the bodhi tree, The souls imprisoned under the fence                           By Weixia Weiye /Vicha Viye LL Note: I wrote this little poem when I was 15 years old, and it talks about the "bodhi tree". I want to say that Buddhist culture has a profound influence on us. The original poem is "The sleeping Bodhi tree", because it doesn't read well with the following connection, so it was changed to "The sleeping heart under the Bodhi tree" (meaning the sleeping heart under the Bodhi tree, Fang, the meaning of fragrance, usually used as a girl's name, used as a metaphor for female heart) At that time, I watched a movie, similar to the current ghost movies, so the beginning...

Old Poem:  "Sitting Upright  And  Becoming  A  Buddha" The raindrops falling along the eaves At the intersection of vegetation recovery Play a clear spring morning song On one page of an ancient book One sits upright and becomes a Buddha The sound of wind and rain outside It's all natural music Ten thousand white lotuses are out of the dark world of mud All are the face of a fairy Buddha's light comes from the south A rainbow bridge shines in the clear sky Swans and sparrows fly freely                                     By Vicha Viye/Weixia Weiye  LL Note: This poem was written about 4 years ago. The poem was inspired by pictures of Buddha in antique books, and the weather conditions at that time. In the poem, it is written "Buddha's light comes from the south", the "south" written here refers to South Asia (because of the distant history and culture, Buddha's li...

 Old Poem: "On The Road With Dreams" When the cold wind comes, lower the brim of your hat Let the cold air drift away from your shoulders Keep your eyes clear and open See the winding road ahead Light and quick, raise your fingers Take dreams from your mind Move it to your feet Lighten up, step on Dreams on the road                   By Weixia Weiye (Vicha Viye)           Note: This poem was written in January 2017. 汉语（中文）原语言写作文稿 旧诗：《 踏着梦想上路 》 冷风来袭，压低帽檐 让寒气从双肩冽冽飘走 保持眼睛明朗睁开 看清前方蜿蜒路途 轻捷，扬起手指 将梦想从脑海 传递到脚下 轻捷，踏着 梦想上路            作者： Weixia  Weiye (Vicha Viye) 注：此诗写于2017年1月。

 Old Poem:  The Dawn of The New Year Has Shone On The Earth The dawn of the New Year has shone on the earth Jump up lightly under the vast sky Leaving the ground for a while in a galloping manner Flying upward, closer to the blazing red sun Flying upward, dyeing the cold clothes into warm tones Draped again in a rosy cloud veil, with a sun hat Returning lightly to the land Become sun at the horizon Shine on myself Shine on the sorrowful wilderness                       By Vicha Viye /Weixia Weiye, 2017-1-2 Note: The inspiration for writing this poem came from a painting in a similar Fauvist style. My style of writing poetry has always been concerned with the world, not just with the fate of individuals. not only concerned about human beings, also the fate of all things.   Poets usually believe that all things are spiritual.  Perhaps, there is a "King" soul in the poet's works.  （1-22-2022） 汉文（中文写作原语言文稿）...