I want to get away from this hustle and bustle of red dust,
Be an indisputable mountain dweller.
You can stand in front of a wooden house in the mountains,
Look at the white clouds, the green mountains,
The distant mountains are long, and the sun melts gold.
Like a picture scroll, like a fairyland on earth.
A lot of times I'm standing on the side of the street,
Look at the traffic, the city lights,
The heart is always unable to be quiet.
And there always seems to be a voice in the back of my heart,
In saying to me:
"Come on, this is where your heart can be at ease!"
The distant mountain seems to know that I like purity,
Tell me that the air there is fresh and not vulgar,
There are orchid chrysanthemums, birds and finches singing.
And the clear mountain streams flowing,
It seemed to wash my dusty soul.
Original / Chu Tianshu (Mo Shang Sang)
2021.11.05
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