Bing Xin's classic quotes

 　　Here are some excerpts from Bing Xin's classic poems:

　　[1]: Love is on the left, compassion on the right, walking on both sides of the road of life, sowing seeds and blooming flowers at any time, adorning this long road with fragrant flowers, so that the pedestrians who walk through the branches and leaves, treading on thorns, do not feel pain; and even if there are tears to shed

　　, they do not feel sorrow. —Bing Xin, "Letters to Young Readers" [2]: The flower of success, people only admire its present brilliance! But in the beginning, its buds were soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice. —Bing Xin, "Stars and Spring Water"

　　[3]: May your life have enough clouds to create a beautiful sunset. —Bing Xin, "Bing Xin's Prose Collection"

　　[4]: ​​Flower in the corner! When you admire yourself, the world becomes small. —Bing Xin, "Spring Water"

　　[5]: White flowers are better than green leaves, strong wine is not as good as light tea. —Bing Xin, "Stars and Spring Water"

　　[6]: The lamp of the soul shines in silence and is extinguished in noise. ——Xie Wanying, *Stars and Spring Water*

　　[7]: Separation in life is like a hazy moon and sun, separation in death is like withered fallen flowers. ——Bing Xin, *Stars and Spring Water*

　　[8]: Fate is like the sea breeze—blowing the boat of youth to sway and twist across the sea of ​​time. ——Bing Xin, *Spring Water*

　　[9]: If life is dull, I fear there will be an afterlife! If life is interesting, this life is already fulfilling. ——Bing Xin, *Past Events* [10

　　]: A crown? It is temporary glory, a permanent bondage. ——Bing Xin, *Stars and Spring Water*

　　[11]: Just a lonely star! In the boundless darkness, it has written the loneliness of the universe. ——Bing Xin, *Spring Water*

　　[12]: May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful sunset. —Bing Xin, “On Life”

　　[13]: If there were no wind and rain in the world, where would these blossoms on the branches go? They would only cause people to feel annoyed. —Xie Wanying, “Stars and Spring Water”

　　[14]: The dreams of youth are the dreams of the wind, and the longing of youth is a long longing. —Bing Xin

　　[15]: Mother! You are the lotus leaf, and I am the red lotus. When the raindrops in my heart come, who but you can shelter me under the open sky? —Bing Xin

　　[16]: For the sake of later memories, carefully and attentively depict your present picture. —Bing Xin, “Bing Xin’s Prose Collection”

　　[17]: Walking on both sides of life, sowing seeds and blooming flowers at any time. Let the pedestrians who brush through the branches and leaves, treading on thorns, not feel pain, and have tears to shed, but not sorrow. —Bing Xin, “To Ge Luo”

　　[18]: The flowers of cultivation have bloomed in silence, and the fruits of success will ripen in the light. —Bing Xin

　　[19]: Be silent! In this infinite world, I, so weak, should only smile and not speak out. — Bing Xin, Spring Water

　　[20]: Childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in truth, the tearful smile in memories. — Bing Xin

　　[21]: Weak grass! Be proud, for only you universally adorn the world. — Bing Xin, Stars

　　[22]: Stars—can only turn the hair of young people white, but cannot turn their hearts gray. — Bing Xin, Stars and Spring Water

　　[23]: I am just an ordinary person, I only ask for the happiness of ordinary people. — Bing Xin

　　[24]: The bigger the flower of words blooms, the smaller the fruit of actions ripens. — Bing Xin, Stars

　　[25]: Memory is the shadow of time remaining in the past. For the sake of future memories, please begin your present painting. — Bing Xin

　　[26]: If this life is interesting, then this life is enough. If this life is tasteless, then I do not want the next life. —Bing Xin

　　[27]: Love is on the left, compassion is on the right, walking on both sides of life, sowing seeds and blooming flowers, adorning this long path with fragrant flowers, so that the pedestrians who walk through the branches and leaves, treading on thorns, do not feel pain, and have tears to shed, but do not show sorrow. —Bing Xin

　　[28]: If your heart is simple, then the world is simple. —Bing Xin

　　[29]: Wise people! In this indifferent world, you can only carry the lamp of "confidence" in the darkness. —Bing Xin "Spring Water" [

　　30]: The heart is cold and the tears are hot. The heart--freezes the world and the tears--soften the world. —Bing Xin "Stars and Spring Water"

　　[31]: May your life have enough clouds to create a beautiful sunset. —Bing Xin "Bing Xin's Prose Collection"

　　[32]: People pick flowers from the branches and put them in the vase. When the fruit comes, they sigh at the empty branches. —Bing Xin, *Fanxin·Spring Water*

　　[33]: What is "home"? I don't know; but worries and sorrows melt away and disappear here. —Bing Xin, *Fanxing*

　　[34]: In this boundless world, is there a way home for all beings? In this world, the way we came is the way we go, and the way we go becomes the way we came. —Bing Xin, *Fanxing·Spring Water* [35]

　　: The laughter in the crowd cannot cover up the sorrow in the silence. —Bing Xin

　　[36]: In the silence, there is the triumphant song of the victor. —Bing Xin, *Fanxing·Spring Water*

　　[37]: The sunflower admits to those who have never seen the white lotus that they are the best friends. The white lotus emerges from the water. The sunflower lowers its head. Its graceful pride separates itself. —Bing Xin, *Fanxing*

　　[38]: The baby is a great poet. In incomplete words, it utters the most complete verses. —Bing Xin, *Fanxing·Spring Water*

　　[39]: The stars are twinkling—in the deep blue sky, have you ever heard them talking? In silence, in the dim light, they praised each other deeply. — Bing Xin, *Stars and Spring Water*

　　[40]: Go! Even if you can't reach it, life is just like that. — Bing Xin, *Bing Xin's Prose Collection*

　　[41]: Spring has never spoken, but her great, hidden power has already so gently touched the world! — Bing Xin, *Spring Water*

　　[42]: The fragrance of orchids on my lapel lingers in the depths of my dreams. — Bing Xin, *Stars and Spring Water*

　　[43]: Those without hope will never despair, those who do not yearn for the unattainable will never grieve. — Bing Xin, *Past Events*

　　[44]: The more tears the eyes shed, the clearer they become; the more sorrowful the heart endures, the warmer it becomes. — Bing Xin

　　[45]: The green mountains after the rain are like a conscience washed by tears. — Xie Bing Xin

　　[46]: My friend, don't let the spring breeze deceive you, for the color of flowers is not as good as their fragrance! —Bing Xin, *Spring Water*

　　[47]: My heart, like a lone boat, has sailed across the undulating sea of ​​time. —Bing Xin, *Stars and Spring Water*

　　[48]: The thorns of the rose are the resentment of the one who picks it, and her own solace. —Bing Xin, *Stars*

　　[49]: I can't play the piano / I just listen silently / I can't paint / I just watch silently / I can't express perfect love / I just pray devoutly... — Bing Xin, Spring Water

　　[50]: With love, you have everything. — Bing Xin

　　[51]: Reading is good, good reading, reading good books. — Bing Xin, Recalling Reading

　　[52]: Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it entered your dream for no reason. This is folded by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, across mountains and rivers, asking it to carry her love and sorrow back home. — Bing Xin, A Poem for My Mother

　　[53]: In a blurry world—I forgot the first sentence, and I don't know the last sentence. — Bing Xin, Stars and Spring Water

　　[54]: The poet drips the blood of joy and sorrow from her heart. Unknowingly, it has become the flower of compassion in the world. — Bing Xin, Stars and Spring Water

　　[55]: Childhood! It is the truth in a dream, the dream in the truth, the smile through tears when recalling. — Bing Xin, *Stars and Spring Water*

　　[56]: What is the true existence of life, and how fleeting it is? It is like the north wind blowing in your face; when it hits your face, you feel a chill to the bone, but it blows away quickly, scattering into the forest and into the sky, without cause or effect. Even riding a fast horse, you cannot catch it. — Bing Xin, *Past Events*

　　[57]: Happiness is a wisp of cloud, pain is a dark cloud pressing down on the city. These different clouds overlap on the horizon of your life, creating a beautiful sunset for you when the sun is "infinitely beautiful." — Bing Xin, *Sunset*

　　[58]: May your life have enough clouds to create a beautiful sunset. — Bing Xin, *On Life*

　　[59]: However, I dare not speak of the next life, nor do I believe in the next life. — Bing Xin, *On Life* [

　　60]: My friend! Why do you say I am "silent"? There are some things in this world that transcend language and words. — Bing Xin, *Stars and Spring Water*

　　[61]: Wind! Do not blow out the candle in my hand. My home is far away at the end of this dark journey. — Bing Xin

　　[62]: Young people! Believe in yourselves! Only you are real, and only you can create yourself. — Bing Xin, *Stars*

　　[63]: A calm mind can build a deeper and more subtle world in any environment. — Bing Xin

　　[64]: People only know the beauty of the flower of success, but they do not know that its bud was bathed in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice. — Bing Xin

　　[65]: Love on the left, compassion on the right, walking on both sides of life, sowing seeds and blooming flowers at any time. — Bing Xin

　　[66]: Not every river can flow into the sea; those that do not flow become dead lakes. Not every seed can become a tree; those that do not grow become empty shells! Life is not always happy, nor is it always painful; happiness and pain are born from each other. Just as waterways pass through different banks, trees go through the ever-changing seasons. In happiness we should thank life, and in pain we should also thank life. Happiness is certainly exciting, but is pain not beautiful? — Bing Xin, "On Life"

　　[67]: Why write? The poet himself is poetry. — Bing Xin

　　[68]: A corner of the city wall, the azure sky, the boundless expanse—this is heaven—human world— Bing Xin, "Stars and Spring Water"

　　[69]: Boring words, thrown into the furnace, also turn into boring firelight. — Bing Xin, "Stars and Spring Water"

　　[70]: Does time just pass by like this? Apart from ethereal thoughts, nothing is accomplished! — Bing Xin, "Stars and Spring Water"

　　[71]: Walking on both sides of life, sowing seeds and blooming flowers at any time, adorning this long journey with fragrant flowers, so that the pedestrians who brush through the branches and leaves, treading on thorns, do not feel pain, and although there are tears to shed, they are not sad. ——Bing Xin

　　[72]: A shooting star flies away in the sky, perhaps gazing at it for a second? Yet the light of that glimpse has long remained in people's hearts. ——Bing Xin, "Stars and Spring Water"

　　[73]: Drawing my sword and looking around, half a lifetime of fame has been made known. Returning from this battle will bring peace of mind! ——Bing Xin, "Going to the Enemy"

　　[74]: Fatherly love is silent. If you feel it, then it is not fatherly love! ——Bing Xin

　　[75]: The tender green buds say to the youth: "Develop yourself!" The pale white flowers say to the youth: "Contribute yourself!" The deep red fruits say to the youth: "Sacrifice yourself!" ——Bing Xin, "Stars"

　　[76]: A trillion incarnations, carved all over the mountains, a masterpiece of nature, terrifying to the eye. One Buddha, one world, one wing, one flower, one leaf, each with its own exquisite details, too numerous to write about, too numerous to paint. Looking back, one feels endless longing; looking forward, one feels boundless desire. Eyes cannot focus, feet cannot stop, like a thief suddenly entering a treasure vault, soul lost, not knowing what to take. Recalling it afterward is like a dream of entering a heavenly palace; upon waking, the heart knows but the mouth cannot speak. Only then does one realize the uselessness of words! —Bing Xin

　　[77]: Looking in the mirror, is the person in the mirror truly me? This is a question! The me listening to lectures in the classroom, the me walking and talking with classmates in the courtyard, the me dealing with the world from morning till night, the me that everyone acknowledges as me: is that truly me? This is also a question! The me in everyone's eyes and mouth, and the me in my own heart, are they the same me? This is also a question! The me sitting alone on a quiet night, the me waking from a dream at dawn, the me who occasionally experiences indescribable scenes and thoughts for a minute or a second out of 365 days a year, are they the same me as the me in the classroom, the me dealing with the world? This is also a question. This question will always remain a question! These two selves can never be analyzed. Since there is no hope to analyze him, we must hope to unite with him. I, who navigate the world! In times of turmoil and worry, please do not forget me sitting alone in the quiet night! — Bing Xin

　　[78]: Father! Come out and sit in the bright moonlight, I want to hear you talk about your sea. — Bing Xin, Stars and Spring Water

　　[79]: The universe is fast asleep in the middle of the night! I, the only one awake, am a figure in the dream — Bing Xin

　　[80]: The rain in the night, weaves the poet's emotions in fine threads. — Bing Xin, Stars and Spring Water

　　[81]: As long as a person loves his country and has a patriotic heart, he can solve anything. He can endure any hardship or injustice. — Bing Xin

　　[82]: A person should be like a flower, whether man or woman. A flower has color, fragrance, and flavor, and a person has talent, emotion, and interest; none of the three can be lacking. — Bing Xin [83]

　　: Entertainment has at least the same value as work, or rather, entertainment is a part of work. —Bing Xin

　　[84]: May your life have enough clouds, enough to create a beautiful sunset. —Bing Xin

　　[85]: Spring water! Another year has passed and it still blows so gently. Can I take another picture? The spring water gently replied to me: "My friend! I have never left a shadow, not only for you." —Bing Xin, "Spring Water"

　　[86]: Humans! Love each other, we are all long-distance travelers, heading towards the same destination. —Bing Xin, "Stars and Spring Water"

　　[87]: Flowers and pebbles by the track! In just this second, you and I are an encounter in infinite life and also a farewell in infinite life. When we meet again, where will I find you among thousands of my kind? —Bing Xin

　　【88】：-My soaring spirit has fallen back into the aching body. -I suddenly recalled a few words from Lao Tzu: "My greatest affliction is that I have a body; when I have no body, what affliction will I have?" -At this moment, I felt the pain that the body inflicts on humanity. Moreover, humanity also suffers spiritual pain: as great as national worries and family troubles, separation by death... as small as lamenting the passing of spring and the coming of autumn... -All things in the universe are indifferent: the sun and moon traverse the sky, rivers flow across the land, spring comes and autumn goes, flowers bloom and wither, all following the laws of nature. Only when humans—the most intelligent of all beings—expose their emotions onto indifferent things! Phrases like "Flowers shed tears at the passing of time, birds startle at the sorrow of parting" are countless throughout history and across the world. In short, it is only because there are thinking, feeling beings that there is joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, "war and peace," and "love and death are eternal themes." —Bing Xin, Bedtime Musings

　　[89]: My heart! Yesterday you told me the world was joyful, today you tell me the world is despair. What are you saying about tomorrow that I can't believe you! —Bing Xin

　　[90]: My friend! Do not follow me. The lamp of my soul only illuminates my own future! —Bing Xin

　　[91]: I wish never to be moved by anyone again, never to dream of anyone, never to be disappointed in the hopeless, never to hope for the unattainable, and never to grieve! —Bing Xin, The Lighthouse [92]:

　　To renounce the world and become a nun is something I disdain to do. How can I, a promising young person, be supported by all sides? —Bing Xin

　　[93]: Where can one find the infinite mystery? After the smile, there is the infinite mystery. —Bing Xin, Stars and Spring Water

　　[94]: Not every river can flow into the sea; those that do not flow become dead lakes. Not every seed can grow into a tree; those that do not grow become empty shells! —Bing Xin, “On Life”

　　[95]: The road we came from is the road we return to, and the road we return to becomes the road we came from. —Bing Xin, “Spring Water. Welcoming the Gods”

　　[96]: The little flower also wanted to raise its head to thank the love of spring, but the deep kindness made it finally silent. Mother! Are you that spring light? —Bing Xin

　　[97]: And the thin paper may last longer than the clear snow. —In the sound of the pine waves, on the mountain pavilion where the wind came from all sides, I picked up my pen again to write about the past. The history of life turned page by page, gradually approaching the middle page. Each page was wonderful, and the colors of the picture became more vivid, shaking my heart and eyes. These few are the handwriting of the Creator. He wrote them lightly and then unfolded them in front of me. I looked at them and added a stroke or two. After finishing the embellishment, I looked at them and seemed to feel emotional. How many times can life withstand rewriting the past? Life is worn away in the moment of picking up the pen... At this time, the spring rain on the green mountain had sprinkled on the pine branches! —Bing Xin, "Past Events"

　　[98]: Mother! Can you take a look at these fragmented pieces? These words, before I was born, were already hidden in your heart. —Bing Xin, "Stars and Spring Water"

　　[99]: Dreams are the most unfathomable, clearly and honestly telling you the secrets and worries in your soul. —Bing Xin, "Stars and Spring Water"

　　[100]: The stars in the sky fall on the sea like a sudden rain, with a hissing sound. The waves surge like mountains, all the buildings spin on the ground, and the sky is like a blue sheet of paper rolled up. The leaves fly all over the sky, the birds return to their nests, and the beasts hide in their dens. In the midst of all chaos, as long as I can find her and throw myself into her arms... I will trust her in everything! Her love for me will not change because of the destruction of all things! —Bing Xin, "Letters to Young Readers"

　　[101]: Is the dusk in the deep forest the first time? It seems like I have experienced it before. —Bing Xin, *Stars*

　　[102]: When the wind and rain come from the sky, the birds hide in their nests; when the wind and rain come from my heart, I only hide in your arms. —Bing Xin, *Stars and Spring Water*

　　[103]: I just watch—ultimately, I am a weakling! I love these few hours of dreamlike life! I stroke my hair, I stroke my brocade clothes, is life just such an illusion? —Bing Xin, *Past Events*

　　[104]: The courtyard is silent. The pillow and mat are cool. The warm sunlight shines through the reed curtains onto the pale yellow walls. The dense shadows of the trees sway slowly in the breeze. Birds fly and sing outside the window from time to time. Everything in this world is abandoned and isolated; a room is the universe, and the shadows of flowers and the sounds of trees all contain profound truths. —Bing Xin, *Leisurely Mood*

　　[105]: Praise the darkness! Sing the praises of the darkness! Only darkness can destroy and harmonize all of this in the void and chaos; there are no people, no me, and no world! —Bing Xin, "Past Events"

　　[106]: Withered flowers clung to the branches, birds flew away, scattering fallen petals all over the ground... Is life just a fleeting glimpse like this? ﹏ —Bing Xin

　　[107]: Darkness is not gloom, I hate gloom, but love darkness. —Bing Xin, "Past Events"

　　[108]: The woman with a sword drawn and a horse galloping, and the woman with a pen in hand, lost in thought, were originally the same person, but the times separated them. —Bing Xin, "Dream"

　　[109]: The shadow of the wall covered me, and I looked up at the moon in the shadow. —Bing Xin, "Past Events"

　　[110]: People always envy the moment of light, but they don't know how hard-won that moment is. —Bing Xin

　　[111]: If life is boring, I don't want an afterlife. If life is happy, this life is enough. Cherish the present and be a real self, that should be more realistic. —Bing Xin

　　[112]: On the fluffy snow, our footprints are engraved very neatly and clearly. On my solitary return journey, I glanced down and saw the pure white, even snowflakes. In that instant, they gently concealed the traces of our departure. —On this vast, white earth, who knows that beneath this snow, just moments before, there was a companion, a farewell? —Bing Xin, "Past Events"

　　[113]: If this life is interesting, then this life is fulfilling; if this life is uninteresting, I fear there will be an afterlife. —Bing Xin

　　[114]: The waters of the sea cannot be warmed; a proud heart cannot be softened. —Bing Xin, "Stars and Spring Water"

　　[115]: West Mountain! Farewell! I cannot bear to leave you, but I bitterly remember my mother. —Bing Xin, "Stars and Spring Water"

　　[116]: Little rock, be firm, prepare for the waves that rush before and after! —Bing Xin, *Stars*

　　[117]: We are infants born on a ship at sea, not knowing where we came from or where we are going. —Bing Xin

　　[118]: Unliberated behavior creates free thought. —Bing Xin, *Spring Water*

　　[119]: A friend is embedded in a person's heart, like a constellation in the blue sky. If one star falls, another cannot be moved to fill its place. —Bing Xin

　　[120]: Wise people, words are empty, speech is hypocritical; you should guide your friends only through your own natural behavior. —Bing Xin

　　[121]: Fragmented verses are just a few ripples in the sea of ​​learning; yet they are bright and sparkling, like stars embedded in the sky of the heart. —Bing Xin, *Stars and Spring Water*

　　[122]: Love is on the left, affection on the right, along both sides of the road. We sow seeds and bloom flowers at any time, so that those who brush against the branches and leaves along the way, even if they walk through thorns and have tears to shed, will not feel sorrow. —Bing Xin

　　[123]: The sound of rain gradually stopped, and a faint light shone through the curtains. I opened the window and saw, ah! The cool clouds had dispersed, and the remaining drops on the leaves, reflecting the moon, looked like thousands of fireflies, twinkling and shimmering. —Bing Xin

　　[124]: Why am I standing alone by the river? Is this hazy sky dawn or dusk? Where can I find the answer? I only feel that I am surrounded by a world of flowers. A few white roses are mixed in among them. — Bing Xin, "Bing Xin's Prose Collection"

　　[125]: Time, am I too sorry for you now? However, what I have cast aside is temporary, what I seek is eternal. — Bing Xin

　　[126]: You and I are an encounter in infinite life, and also an eternal farewell in infinite life; when we come again, among thousands of our kind, where can I find you again? — Bing Xin, "Stars and Spring Water"

　　[127]: Snowflakes are blown into bloom—even the north wind is gentle! —Bing Xin, Spring Water

　　[128]: When you admire yourself in solitude, the world becomes small. —Bing Xin

　　[129]: How many tears of hatred and heartlessness are shed tonight under the starlight. —Bing Xin

　　[130]: True compassion is found in times of sorrow, not in times of joy. —Bing Xin

　　[131]: If I love, I will love wholeheartedly. —Bing Xin

　　[132]: A knife and a horse are enough to live a lifetime! —Bing Xin, Dream

　　[133]: I write late into the night. —Bing Xin

　　[134]: After this battle, I will find peace of mind. —Bing Xin

　　[135]: Little pine tree, let me accompany you, to complete the picture of "nature". —Bing Xin, Stars and Spring Water

　　[136]: He melted away, assimilated, neither happy nor sad! Perhaps one day, he will rise again from the swirling raindrops at sea, fly westward, form a river again, crash down the stone walls on both sides, and come back to seek the peach blossoms on both banks. However, I dare not speak of the next life, nor do I believe in the next life! — Bing Xin, "On Reading"

　　[137]: The clothes and pages of the book are shimmering with the fine morning sun under the leaves. I pluck a flower and wait, waiting for the deep red petals to perfectly complement her snow-white clothes. I sit on the cold stone steps, waiting for her not to come, only smelling the fragrance of the rose in my hand. — Bing Xin

　　[138]: Time is truly a strange thing! My mood has changed after just one visit. What will happen next? Perhaps the sea is using this to reject me, a person who has lost my childlike heart, and not let me come again. — Bing Xin

　　[139]: I drew my sword under the lamp and looked closely—I only felt a surge of heroic spirit. I forgot the bright red blood and the crystal white tears. —Bing Xin, *Stars and Spring Water*

　　[140]: To hope for hopeless facts, to answer those unanswerable questions, is the suicide of youth! —Bing Xin, *Stars and Spring Water*

　　[141]: Almighty God, what blessing have I received? What have I done wrong? ····· —Bing Xin, *Past Events*