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The mountain’s green is darkening,
From there the water, once blocked, flows deeper than before.
The setting sun is smoky, and birds are flying home to the woods.
White smoke rising from chimneys.
If a wok is placed on the ground, bottom-up,
Tomorrow, there will be teardrops crawling inside,
For life has risen from beneath, not finding its way home.
May 12, 2009
失题
那一片山苍翠得幽暗，
曾经堵塞的水流出来，如今多么深沉啊！
夕阳如烟，鸟儿归林。炊烟含愁。
如果将一口锅反扣在地上，
明晨，锅的内壁将有水珠涟涟，
生命从地下冒出来，找不到回家的路。
2009年5月12日
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