Thou art the wind of the steppe,

Clusters pass through the grass and red flowers;

Thou art the sand on the slope of the hill,

The universe is full of water;

Thou art a wandering warrior,

The magnificence in the top of the mountain,

Infinite freedom and ease.

Thou hast fierce blood surging in thy bones,

Thou hast fearless, thou hast roared to heaven,

Thou art the earth standing up to the sky,

This is your truest and most enviable appearance.

But now、But now life,

Accompanied only by a thick loneliness,

And the frequent, dense confusion,

You don't know where your soul goes.

This true day, day by night, night by night, day by day,

Day and night, year after year,

All that awaits is the desolation,

And ridiculous people who laugh at you.

In that far away, your favorite companion,

I have forgotten and forgotten your appearance of the mountains and rivers.

Where is your future, is it just now?

Though it is so bright, though it is so elegant,

but it does not belong to you,

never belonged to you,

Nor did it belong to me.

It's just a dream!

It's a dream that's too real!

Will you still be able to wake up?

- "Wild Donkey Foal"

Note: Written in Fuyang City in 2016, I was inspired by a lonely Mongolian wild donkey foal in the Yingshang Bali River Bird Song Flower Fragrance Area.

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