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Sound-of-Sands Hill, Crescent-Moon Lake
by Ou, Wen Wei
In the majestic desert a
hill of golden sand, formed over time,
Stands next to a crescent
moon—still there, hanging on the ground.
Who would believe they’re
real
Without being here,
witness to this wondrous scenery?
Be not afraid of
exhaustion, climbing the hill—
Two steps upward, one
sliding back.
At the top you feel like
a hero;
Then, viewing the sunset
with a confident smile, your reward:
Intoxication.
[Translated
by Robert Anderson, Olivia Ou]
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