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1958
that spring, there was a terrible drought
no one could stop the earth from cracking open and spilling its shrivelled guts mice jumped out of rice jars not a single grain was harvested but so as not to make the higher-ups lose hope our considerate village headman sent people out night after night first to paint the ground grass-green then to paint it gold |
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© 2005, Song Xiaoxian |
© Translation: 2005, Simon Patton |