鞭炮在山顶 / Firecrackers on the Mountaintop
Sitting in the sun,
sipping instant coffee,
I hear 鞭炮 behind me.
I’ve gotten used to it—especially this time of year—
but still decide to turn and look:
Remnant streams of smoke near mountaintops
Sitting in the sun,
sipping instant coffee,
I hear 鞭炮 behind me.
I’ve gotten used to it—especially this time of year—
but still decide to turn and look:
Remnant streams of smoke near mountaintops
facing the sea stands towering Fortress Hill
Sunrise Pavilion at the summit, on clear days
stretching towards the sky, I almost touch the clouds
on rainy days, the solitary iron cable suspended midair
seems lonely
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