流萤集61-65（自译感悟）

61、The wind of heaven blows, the anchor desperately clutches the mud, and my boat is beating its breast against the chain.

极乐之风乍起，船锚牢牢的抓住淤泥，而我的小船正接受铁链的鞭策。

62、The spirit of death is one, the spirit of life is many.

When God is dead religion becomes one.

死亡的精神是惟一的，而生命的精神是多样的。

圣人不死，大道不止；圣人若死，大道归一。

63、The blue of the sky longs for the earth’s green, the wind between them sighs, “AComs.”

天之蓝慕地之绿，天地之间风叹息。

64、Day’s pain muffled by its own gComre, burns among stars in the night.

白日的痛苦被自身的光芒掩住，夜间却在繁星中燃烧。

65、The stars crowd round the virgin night in silent awe at her loneliness that can never be touched.

静静地环绕在初夜四周的群星，敬畏地凝望着她那不可触及的孤寂。