每个夏天 我都在太阳黄铜般的阳光下 甚至在月光里 听着、看着 但我却什么也听不见，什么也看不见—— 看不见那苍白的根在努力向下延伸 看不见那绿色的 茎，在充满力量地向上生长 看不见叶子 在不断加深它们湿润的皱摺 看不见玉米正在抽穗 也看不见那玉米壳，还有那玉米棒 

    然而，静静的 每一天 郁郁葱葱的田野 都在生长，长得更高，更厚—— 绿色长袍在夜晚渐渐成形 如丝绸般倾泻 因此，每个夏天 由于什么都没看见，我当不了见证者—— 我还是聋子 听不见，那叶子 从菩提树脚下，轻轻跌落的 的滴答声 .....  所有这一切 都在发生着 没有留下，任何可以看得见的证据 或可以听得到的嗡嗡声 那么，就让这不可估量来吧 让这不可知触及我脊骨的锁扣 让风在林间流转 让藏着泥土中的秘密 在空中回旋 我怎么能看着这世上的一切 而战栗，用我紧扣的双手捂着我的心呢？ 我应该害怕什么吗？ 在某一个清晨 在枝繁叶茂的绿色海洋中 玉米，那蜂窝状的美丽酮体 一定，就在那里.....

Little Summer Poem Touching The Subject Of Faith

       Every summer I listen and look under the sun's brass and even into the moonlight, but I can't hear anything, I can't see anything -- not the pale roots digging down, nor the green stalks muscling up, nor the leaves deepening their damp pleats, nor the tassels making, nor the shucks, nor the cobs.

       And still, every day, the leafy fields grow taller and thicker -- green gowns lofting up in the night, showered with silk. And so, every summer, I fail as a witness, seeing nothing -- I am deaf too to the tick of the leaves, the tapping of downwardness from the banyan feet -- all of it happening beyond any seeable proof, or hearable hum. And, therefore, let the immeasurable come. Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine. Let the wind turn in the trees, and the mystery hidden in the dirt swing through the air. How could I look at anything in this world and tremble, and grip my hands over my heart? What should I fear? One morning in the leafy green ocean the honeycomb of the corn's beautiful body is sure to be there.《 译文：真念一思》