1 Autumn was fully ripe.
Screeches of sickles pressed on towards.
Waves of paddy were frightened and escaped.
A fishing girl standing on the front of boat.
Salt water songs splashed countless spray.
Attracted three or five hovering and singing gulls.
A pink silk towel on the shoulders
Glided quietly
In speed of light, floated away.
2
By the Gulf of Honghai
Oysters clustered.
Wild cows ran quickly and trampled on.
Yue Nation lived together and propagated.
Setting sun, evening mist, bonfire
Pottery urns, wild fruits, scent of rice
Stone adzes, stone axes
Bamboo spears, bamboo rafts
Dragons flied, sharks jumped
Dogs barked, wolves howled.
In the staw rain capes, in bare feet ran wildly,
The ancestors came one after another.
Mount. Lianhua and Yinping lied across and watched
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them silently.
Humanbeings prostrated oneself in worship.
Hearts with reverence and awe.
3
Winter goes and spring comes.
Mountain flood has eroded mud of the sea beach.
Ancient living land is stark-naked and ferocious.
A piece of pottery block is sluggishly touching
The dazzle of the sunlight.
Its old dreams before some thousands of years is
reviving.
The boy picking shells picks it, Waves.
Floating several times,
The sign of time eternally sleeps again,
In the sea bottom that dark currents are flowing.
4
After billions of years,
Bottom, moving, rising,
Baring …
5
Ask the vast earth and blue sky:
Shall I be me again?
Where am or shall I be?
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