Listen to the quiet sound of the old farmer's hand-cranked wheatgrass fan under the eaves of the house at dusk, and the fireworks on the icon dotted with flashes You can hear the sound of the rice and grass knots The birds in the nest hear the full moon again
author：A tree in the bamboo garden
Can you hear the quiet voice?
Under the eaves of dusk
The old farmer hands-on wheatgrass fan
Cigarettes on the mouth
Flashing with fireflies icon dots
You listen
The sound of rice and grass pulling knots
The birds in the nest heard
The moon is full and the moon is missing
The tide in Qiantang Bay rises and falls
You listen
Silt deep in the ocean floor
The rustle of the accumulated wilderness
The reef in the waves heard
Midnight after the song and dance
Brilliant into the gentle township
The man on the couch licked his guts
You listen
The sound of his eyebrows locked
History heard
Brutal and humble
Beast form and Buddha-nature
Domineering and forbearing
You listen
The sound of the heavens
The stars heard
(Bamboo Garden Ichiki, 202O Mid-Autumn Festival)
Listen to the quiet sound of the old farmer's hand-cranked wheatgrass fan under the eaves of the house at dusk, and the fireworks on the icon dotted with flashes You can hear the sound of the rice and grass knots The birds in the nest hear the full moon again
Listen to the quiet sound of the old farmer's hand-cranked wheatgrass fan under the eaves of the house at dusk, and the fireworks on the icon dotted with flashes You can hear the sound of the rice and grass knots The birds in the nest hear the full moon again
Listen to the quiet sound of the old farmer's hand-cranked wheatgrass fan under the eaves of the house at dusk, and the fireworks on the icon dotted with flashes You can hear the sound of the rice and grass knots The birds in the nest hear the full moon again
