Characteristics of Kahlil Gibran's prose: Gibran's prose poems are elegant and timeless, full of philosophy and reflections on life, like the sounds of nature singing to themselves, and love and beauty are the eternal themes of his works.

In the history of Eastern literature, Gibran's artistic style is unique. His works contain both the seriousness and coldness of rational thinking and the romance and lyricism of arias. He is good at discovering the meaningful in the ordinary and revealing profound philosophy in the wonderful metaphors. On the other hand, Gibran's style can also be seen in his highly personal language. With the concise writing style of the "Old Testament" and the religious piety, through the mouths of madmen, poets, philosophers, prophets, pioneers, vagabonds, and the Son of Man, Jesus, it sings the praises of life, nature, truth, purity, Beauty and love express the yearning for harmony and perfection and the hatred of ugliness and darkness. Through poetry and painting, they show the perspective and thorough understanding of all aspects of life, such as sex, marriage, children, friendship, society, time, death, etc., making readers gain far-reaching insights. More than just ordinary aesthetic pleasure. The language style of his works has conquered generations of Eastern and Western readers. Americans once praised Gibran as "like a storm blowing from the east and sweeping across the west", and his works with a strong oriental consciousness are regarded as "the best gift from the east to the west".

1. Introduction

I don’t want to replace the sadness in my heart with people’s joy; nor do I want to let my tears that come from my heart turn into laughter; I hope that my life will always be filled with tears and laughter; tears will purify my soul and allow me to understand the secrets and mysteries of life; laughter brings me closer to my fellow human beings and is a sign and symbol of my praise to the Lord; tears make me To express my pain and regret; to laugh is to express my happiness and joy in my existence.

I am willing to die pursuing my ideals, rather than live in boredom. I hope that deep in my heart, there is a hungry pursuit of love and beauty. Because in my opinion, those who are full of food and have nothing to do are the most unfortunate people, no more than zombies; to my ears, the sighs of those who are ambitious, ideal, and ambitious are so sweet to the ears, better than orchestral music.

When night comes, the flowers gather their petals and embrace her desire to sleep; when morning comes, she opens her lips and accepts the kiss of the sun. A flower's life is about desire and friendship, tears and laughter.

Seawater evaporates, evaporates, accumulates into clouds, and floats in the sky. The clouds sway over the mountains and rivers, and when they encounter the breeze, they cry and fall towards the fields. They merge into the rivers and return to the sea, the embrace of their hometown. Yun's life is about separation and reunion, tears and laughter. The same is true for people: he has left the lofty spiritual realm and staggered in the material world; like clouds, he has passed through the mountains of sorrow, walked through the plains of joy, encountered the cold wind of death, and then returned to his The starting point; return to the sea of ??love and beauty, return to the Lord.

2. Song of Waves

The coast and I are lovers. Love brings us close, but air keeps us apart. I came here with the blue sea and Danxia, ??in order to integrate my silvery white waves with the coast paved with golden sand; I used my own body fluids to cool down its heart, so that it would not be so hot.

In the early morning, I whispered my vows of eternal love in my lover's ears, so he held me tightly in his arms; in the evening, I sang my prayers of love, so he kissed me.

I am stubborn and impatient by nature; my lover is stoic and patient.

When the tide came in, I hugged him; when the tide went out, I threw myself at his feet.

How many times have I danced around the mermaids when they emerged from the seabed and sat on the rocks admiring the stars; how many times have I danced around them; When he was suffering from love, I accompanied him to sigh and help him express his true feelings; there were many times when I had a table and drank with the rock, but it did not move at all. I laughed and laughed with it, but it had no smile on its face. I have lifted up the bodies of many people from the sea and saved them from death; I have also stolen many pearls from the bottom of the sea as gifts to beautiful women.

It’s late at night, everyone is sleeping in their dreams, but I am awake all night; sometimes singing, sometimes sighing. Alas! Being up all night made me feel haggard. Even though I am full of love, the true meaning of love is sobriety.

This is my life; this is my life's work.

3. Song of Rain

I am a shining silver thread. God scattered me from the sky to the world, so nature used me to decorate thousands of mountains and valleys. .

I am the dazzling pearls scattered from the crown of the goddess Astarte, so the daughter of the morning stole me to inlay the green earth.

I cried, but the mountains and rivers were rejoicing; I fell, but the flowers and plants raised their heads, straightened their waists, and bloomed with smiles.

The clouds and the fields are a couple, and I am the messenger of love between them: I will relieve the thirst of this one; I will cure the lovesickness of the other.

Thunder rumbles and flashes like swords, sounding gongs to clear the way for me; a rainbow hangs in the sky, announcing the end of my journey. The same is true for earthly life: it begins under the iron hooves of domineering matter and ends in the arms of the calm death.

I rise from the lake and soar on the wings of ether. Once I see the beautiful garden, I fall down, kiss the fragrant lips of the flowers, and embrace the green branches and leaves, making the vegetation more moist and charming.

In the silence, I gently tapped the glass on the window with my slender fingers, and the tapping sound formed a kind of music that inspired those sensitive hearts.

I am the sigh of the sea, the tears of the sky, and the smile of the fields. This love is so cool: it is the sigh of the sea of ??emotions, the tears of the sky of thought, and the smile of the spiritual field.

4. Song of Beauty

I am the guide of love, the wine of the spirit, and the delicacy of the soul. I am a rose, opening my heart to the morning light, so the girl picked me off the branches, kissed me, and put me on her chest.

I am a happy home, a source of joy, and the beginning of comfort. I am the beautiful smile on the girl's lips. When the young man sees me, he immediately throws away his fatigue and worries and turns his life into a stage for beautiful dreams.

I am an inspiration to poets, a guide to painters, and a teacher to musicians.

I am the smiling eyes of children looking back. When a loving mother sees me, she can’t help but worship, praise God, and thank heaven.

I appeared before Adam through the body of Eve and made him like my servant; before King Solomon, I transformed into a beauty and attracted his attention, thus making him a sage and a poet. .

I smiled at Helen, and Troy became a ruin; I put a crown on Cleopatra, and the Nile Valley became full of singing, laughter, and vitality.

I am creation, and the vicissitudes of the world are arranged by me. I am God, and I am the master of life and death.

When I am gentle, I am better than the fragrance of violets; when I am rough, I am better than the storm.

People! I am the truth, I am the truth, you must keep this in mind.

5. Song of Flowers

I am the words of nature. Nature speaks it, takes it back, hides it in the heart, and then speaks it again...

I am a star, falling from the sky into the greenery.

I am the daughter of the elements: winter gave me birth; spring made me open; summer made me grow; autumn made me sleep.

I am a gift for communication between relatives and friends; I am a crown for a wedding; I am the last sacrifice given by the living to the dead.

In the early morning, I welcomed it with the morning breeze; in the evening, I saw it off with the horses.

I sway in the wilderness, making the scenery more beautiful; I breathe in the breeze, making the breeze fragrant and fragrant. When I was slumbering, thousands of bright eyes in the night sky looked at me; when I woke up, the huge single eye of the day stared at me.

I drank the nectar made from the morning dew; I listened to the birds chirping and singing; my mother-in-law danced, and the grass applauded me. I always look up to the sky and yearn for the light; I never care about myself and feel sorry for myself, and I also admire myself. But these philosophies are not fully understood by humans.

6. Song of Happiness

My lover and I are in love. I longed for him and he was obsessed with me. But what a misfortune! There is a third party in this love who makes me suffer and also makes him suffer. That domineering love rival named "Material" follows us and never leaves; like a poisonous snake, she wants to tear us apart.

I searched for my lover in the wilderness, by the lake, and among the trees, but he was nowhere to be found.

Because the material has captivated his mind and led him into the city, to the place where he was drunk, rich and misbehaving.

I searched for him in the palace of knowledge and wisdom, but could not find him, because materiality-that vulgar woman had led him into the castle of individualism and made him fall into sensuality. The mire of dogs and horses.

I sought him in the wilderness of contentment, but could not find him, because my rival had shut him in the cave of greed, making it difficult for him to satisfy his desires.

At dawn, when the morning glow was golden, I called him, but he didn't hear him, because his nostalgia for the past made it difficult for him to keep his eyes open; at night, when everything was silent and the flowers were sleeping, I played with him, But he ignored me, because his longing for the future occupied his entire mind.

My lover loves me and pursues me in his works, but he can find me only in the works of his Creator. He wanted to associate with me in the glorious mansion built with the skeletons of the weak, in the mountains of gold and silver; but I could only get together with him on the banks of the river of emotion, in the simple hut built by the Creator. He wanted to kiss me in front of the tyrant, the ***; but I only let him kiss my lips quietly among the pure filaments. He tried every means to find a media to match us, but the matchmaker I asked for was an honest and selfless labor - a beautiful job.

My lover learned to yell and make noise from my love rival; but I want to teach him: to shed tears of comfort from my own heart spring, and to sigh of self-reliance and striving for excellence. My lover belongs to me and I belong to him.