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那是神鳥的羽衣還是山嶽的靈
停留在叢林深處的洪荒時光
讓紅色的呼吸沉浸在山川的青黛髮髻裏
任筋脉與遠山交織成宇宙的經緯
那是怎樣的微小和輕薄
又是何其神秘和遼遠的存在
在無數星星墜落的夜幕下
演繹著無盡來自神靈與生命的隱喻故事
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Is that a Phoenix’s attire of plumage, or a Mountain’s Spirit
alive deep amid the undergrowth from the Age of Chaos?
Its crimson breath pervades the hills’ indigo topknots;
its veins and the ridgelines knit into the world’s warps and wefts.
What a tiny, lightweight thing,
and yet a remote and mysterious being!
Under the Night’s Dome that sheds myriads of stars,
it’s decoding endless allegories about Divinity and Life.
(Tr. Allen Zhuang)
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