The Flower Ded  by Muse Gong

The Flower Ded 

by Muse Gong

In the backyard stands a flower bed under the maple tree,

where birds sing lightly among the maple leaves;

Suddenly breaking through the heat wave, a pair of kingfishers rushed towards the water flower bed overflowing with rain,

drinking, soaking, rolling, thrusting, and flying towards the clouds by the riverbank.

Dare to ask where the road is!

Don't worry, the flower bed is the starting point for the laughing kingfisher to sail and fly,

and the maple tree is the lighthouse for sailing that never gets lost;

The flower bed is the destination of a long voyage, ah!

I suddenly realized that the flower bed was originally a coffee shop.

Dare to ask the true meaning of art!

The flower bed was originally a backyard sculpture, transformed into a drinking vessel;

Have you not defiled the purity of the beauty?

Ah. I suddenly realized the sublimation of utility in the flower bed.

Dare to ask about love opportunities!

In the flower bed, the couple Kingfisher is dancing noisily,

which is the artistic overture of the peacock opening its screen;

Displaying desires and impulses in the Ming realm, ah!

I suddenly realized that the flower bed became a stage of love.

Dare to ask the mysteries of life!

Who led the Kingfisher into the backyard's life?

Who turned the flower bed into a heavenly vessel?

Who cast the flower bed into a beautiful altar?

Ah. I suddenly realized the mystery of life - the unity of heaven and man.