The praying ceremonial of the big sea,
A bad weather bends its body.
The pigheaded stone is guarding vainly the month of May,
Resisting the green infectious disease.
The four seaons are taking turns in chopping the big trees,
Clusters of stars are seeking their ways.
The drunkard, by means of his balancing power,
Breaks away in the mid of time.
A bullet runs through the apple,
Life is adopted.
(translated by oswald, poem 蘋果與頑石by Bei Dao)
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