Wild bird

(花)

野鳥渡,關山來,飛去飛來花叢宿.   烏羽金絲霓裳邊,鐵喙深眸紅塵見

理毛何須動一髮, 赤霞照,爍光焰,卻與天邊相爭艷

月滿光,露滿花,月露花紅終不厭.  日裡萬花競逐泥,月下花好舞羽衣

綠葉相照無顏色 , 天廣漠,地遼闊, 少不離鄉老來踱

(風雲)

野鳥馳,關山過,飛去飛來千里鴻, 振羽但叫風神至,狂嘯欲呼層雲來

風雲何須我一句. 過廟堂,食酒漿,狂疾風吹我不搖

千里地,萬仞天,天地風雲孤掌迴. 千里功名萬骨成,萬仞陰霾恨難消

夢蝶蝶夢走一遭, 花已凋,情已消,壯志豪情寄凌霄

(道)

野鳥盡,關山回,飛去飛來花羽眠, 嫣紫朱紅春光好,只是不見去年新

關山天涯一字飛,情何堪,昨日雁,凌霄黃泉何處見

枕柔鄉,定霸業,今塵不見昨時煙,塵埃百色三千轉,煙雲萬里直擎天

松樸柏實笑花妍, 一輪月, 兩杯仙, 野鳥關山相留醉

Translation:

(Flower)

The wild bird comes from the faraway misty mountain.

People only knew he enjoys flying and perching among the flowering shrubs.

His wings look like the pure black chinese silk mounted with gold edge.

His angled beak and deep eyes look like a mirror, the whole world seem reflect.

It’s too perfect to comb any of his hair.

Through his body, the reflection of the sunlight makes him look like an apollo.

His beauty makes the sun to be inferior him.

When the beautiful moon shows, he enjoys the time to play with lovely flower clusters every single night.

Every flower is proud of his visit and would like to show more beauty to attract him. 

He likes to show his elegant gesture and royal dance for return.

The green leaves look nothing when he shows up.

However, in the deep of his mind, he has another ambition.

The sky is extensive. The world is illimitable.

I will feel regret when I’m old if I wouldn’t leave my home to pursue the world when I were young.

(Legend)

The wild bird leaves his hometown and cross many mountains.

He flies thousands miles for his career of pursue the world.

When he opens up his wings, the wind will come to serve him.

When he screams and flies toward the sky, the clouds will follow his wings.

He even no bother to ask the wild and cloud follow by words.

He flies through the greatest empire. He drank the best wine in the world.

The thunder and storm can’t hurt him any.

He can ask Boreas and Aeolus (The greek gods of wind and cloud) come to him immediately by one single wing.

However, he feels the great ambition comes with thousands of failure and tear of others. 

He can’t never feels happy after he fingers it out.

Life is like a butterfly dreams about being a humanbeing.

http://meeme.wordpress.com/2008/05/02/what-a-dream/

The flowers vanished and the passion disappeared when he looks back. 

His ambition turns from this world to the next world.

(Dao) – The truth of the nature

The wild bird goes back to the mountain he from and passes away.

He sleeps forever in the flowering shrubs where he played and perched.

There is another flowers for another spring. It comes another colorful flower cluster again.

It’s spring scenery everywhere but there is no flower comes from last year.

The birds of passage on their way again by their standard array.

Do you ever remember the legend called “wild bird” from the memory of yesterday?

However, I can’t find him from Heaven or underground.

There is another bird enjoys playing with flowers. There is the other bird swears to go to the end of the world.

They don’t understand because they don’t see what happened yesterday.

The dust stills floats in the colorful world. The cloud still dream about goes to higher sky.

Only the pine and cypress trees know everything and laugh at the flower when flower shows its beauty.  

(Those trees are all famous by its long life.) 

Below the moonlight, there are two immortals enjoy their wines.

It’s the wild bird and the mountain god encourage each other to have another