Lev. Tolstoy's eyes

Though he was born coarse and ugly,

But he had a hundred eyeballs in his eyes,

Can show the world's diversity.

His eyes are like the most precious jewels in the world,

Priceless;

His eyes are like the sharpest sword in the universe,

Straight to the heart;

His eyes are the gentlest in the world,

Smooth everything out.

He looks down on everything like a falcon,

Whether it's a timid rat,

Or a vast expanse of land,

He could see it all.

His eyes are like the sun,

Give the power of all things,

With the highest temperature and purity.