From Yongxing Island to Qilianyu
by Hu Xian
1
After the fighter jets roared by,
the birds started to sing again.
Their cheerfulness was consumed by the tourists.
And the roaring sound is
now high above the clouds with the fighter jets.
2
No, this isn't just another place.
These small islands where you haven't set foot,
the storm, the coconut, and the hermit crab
that just climbed up the beach,
this is our ancestral land.
3
The wind ruffles the beach cabbage.
What did the wind say?
Stones and corals grow old,
why doesn't the sea grow old?
Someone is dredging oysters from the reef.
The beautiful sunset cannot be used
to barter for the oysters in his hands.
The sea has collected so much blue from the sky,
but still need to make it
to the map with the right kind of blue.
4
I can't say this chain of small islands
is like a necklace,
just like a motherland is not only a beauty.
I also want them to be fun-loving children,
playing through the day without a care.
I also hope they are vibrant,
seven young brothers, tough and strong.
5
Maybe this is as good as love can be,
waves rolling up the reef, the unmoving
reef-quiet, steadfast, as if
all words are unnecessary.
Maybe this is the highest bliss,
a coconut falls in the water and bobs with the waves,
it holds a different kind of water inside. |
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