Dashan's Modern Poetry

The myth of mountains

Sitting alone under the towering mountain peak

listen attentively

The broken clock from the ancient temple in the deep mountain

Strange words of god

And those legends about mountains

In order to keep the splendid culture alive

I walked alone under the rotating neon lights.

Come to this remote canyon

Sprinkle your youth here.

I wonder how many times.

Come out from the side. These fences.

Go to the deep mountains alone as a guest.

Since ancient times.

Collect those who don't go down in history.

Legends and myths left in the hearts of mountain people.

The story of Dashan

I want to know where you come from.

Is it Shanqian Village or Shanhou Village?

All I know is that every time cuckoo calls a small bridge running water,

You will come from the mountains.

Squat on the river bank

Keep the spring-like years with slender hands.

When the sunset dyed the clouds red.

You will leave this calm river.

The sound echoing along the flute

Stepping on the traces of cattle grazing

Catch up with the years hanging on the top of the mountain

Smoke from cooking in the village

Masked flute playing and cattle herding

Only your shining eyes.

I can't stop flashing my faith.

Flashing with courage

Blinking with attachment to the mountain.

I want to know where you come from.

Is it Shanqian Village or Shanhou Village?

I only know that you have a pair of kind and charming eyes.

Keep telling the children in Dashan.

Tell the legend of herding cattle in the mountains

Telling the desire echoed in the flute.