By the North Lake Shore – A Journey to Jinning North Lake
Sky, deep blue,
Clouds, white cotton,
Wind, cool and breezy.
Early July, by the North Lake shore,
A string of fate, a kite soaring in the sky,
Five miles away, the vast expanse of the water,
Human affections, the path of life,
How much has been traversed, with countless hardships,
Youthful exuberance, reckless gambles,
Many years later, returning to North Lake,
A floating bridge, a fleeting illusion,
The wrong time, the right person?
A throng of people, no one remains,
A kite in the sky, a string of love,
To yearn for the freedom of the blue sky,
Why would one willingly break free from the tightly wound string?
The moment you hugged me back from the store,
Was destined to be yours forever!
The lake water is cool, the boats drift slowly,
Snake Island Bodhisattva, radiating with brilliant light.
Singing that familiar folk song,
Clear and loud, every word distinct,Pause, no longer gamble.
Having walked across North, South, East and West,How difficult it is to find the first,Having seen the cold and warmth of the world,Still trapped in a scheme.
This year I flew kites at North Lake,
Next year, who will fly me where?
Every step on the road of life,
Is like a battle to overcome,Continuously improve one's level,Learn and adapt skills,Manage life, enjoy life, wait for love.
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