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Traveling in Heaven
By Dian Dian, Formosa
By a quiet pond, a willow tree is gently swaying;
Across a winding bridge, I am strolling.
Looking up, seeing the smoke from the kitchen spiraling skyward,
I feel the breeze caressing my cheeks.
In the pavilion, I rest my feet,
Listening to the sounds of a poem recital,
Remembering the grace of my Master.
Closing my eyes and letting the soul be free,
I am traveling in Heaven on Earth!
安乐神游
福尔摩沙 点点
柳树飘摇池塘边
散步曲桥间
抬头望 炊烟起
微风拂面
静待亭里
倾听吟诗声
回首忆师恩
闭目神游
安乐人间
