雪花与灵魂 Snowflakes And Soul Poem by qin xing

窗玻璃在哐哐响，
透过玻璃看见，
雪花在空中飞舞，
曼妙舞姿在天地舞台摆弄着不同造型。
心里祈祷就那样永恒吧，
但是瞬间落在地上却成了水珠。

窗玻璃上有风刮的雪花，
哈一口气自然形成的图案，
世界最好的画家也描画不出那样的线条。
也是瞬间水珠滚动，
模糊了雪花的形状。

看着飞舞的雪花，
仿佛听到了灵魂的跃动，
尽管生命短暂，
但生命的真谛却在于价值的厚度。

有人说她是灵魂画手，
但雪花的图案，
告诉人们，
灵魂不能用手塑造，
而是要用心去感知。


Windows is ring,
Seen through the glass,
Snowflakes dancing in the air,
Their dancing on the world stage with different shapes.
Hope like that forever in my heart,
But the moment was water droplets fall to the ground.

Windows on the wind snow,
Ha breath natural pattern,
The best painter in the world also could not painted lines.
Instant water is rolling,
The fuzzy shape of the snow.

Look at the flying snowflakes,
As if to hear the movement of the soul,
Although life is short,
But the thickness of the true meaning of life lies in value.

Some people say that she is the soul hand painting,
But the patterns of the snow,
Tell people,
The soul cannot shape with the hand,
But use your heart to feel.