第1698朵献给冬儿
１４                                       
       创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗－－是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间
之雾。                                                                 
      The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.


第1699朵献给冬儿
１５                                       
       不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。                     
      Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.


第1700朵献给冬儿
１６                                       
       我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过
去了。                                                                 
      I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops
   for a moment, nods to me and goes

第1701朵献给冬儿
１７                                       
       这些微（风思），是树叶的簌簌之声呀；它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。
      There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their
   whisper of joy in my mind.


第1702朵献给冬儿
１８                                       
       你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。                         
      What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.


第1703朵献给冬儿
１９                                       
       神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。       
       让我只是静听着吧。                                               
      My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
      Let me but listen.


第1704朵献给冬儿
２０                                       
       我不能选择那最好的。                                             
       是那最好的选择我。                                               
      I cannot choose the best.
      The best chooses me.


第1705朵献给冬儿
２１                                       
       那些把灯背在背上的人，把他们的影子投到了自己前面。               
      They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on
   their back.


第1707朵献给冬儿
２３                                       
       “我们萧萧的树叶都有声响回答那风和雨。你是谁呢，那样的沉默着？”
       “我不过是一朵花。”                                             
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms,
   but who are you so silent?"
I am a mere flower.


第1708朵献给冬儿
２４                                       
       休息与工作的关系，正如眼睑与眼睛的关系。                         
      Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.


第1709朵献给冬儿
２５                                       
       人是一个初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生长的力量。                   
      Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.


第1710朵献给冬儿
２６                                       
       神希望我们酬答他，在于他送给我们的花朵，而不在于太阳和土地。     
      God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun
   the earth.


第1711朵献给冬儿
   ２７                                       
       光明如一个裸体的孩子，快快活活地在绿叶当中游戏，它不知道人是会欺
诈的。                                                                 
      The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves
   happily knows not that man can lie

第1712朵献给冬儿
２８                                       
       啊，美呀，在爱中找你自己吧，不要到你镜子的谄谀去找寻。
      O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.