Looking Back at the Buckwheat World
by Liao Jingren
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The vast mountains are a steely color. There are a few half-hidden and half-exposed wooden houses dotted on the mountainside. Occasionally, a few dog barks or a few roosters' crows can be heard from the wooden houses. Suddenly it fell silent again. The mountain fog starts when I talk about it. Mountain rain comes as soon as it comes. If the fog rises from the bottom of the valley to the mountainside, and the color is milky, even though the momentum is overwhelming, it must be a sunny day; if the fog rises from the top of the mountain, and the color is gray, even if it is sparse and scattered, it is definitely a rainy day. But no matter it is sunny or rainy, the first thing that wakes up the mountains is the ringing of a cowbell slowly pulled out by a cow rope... It is a painterly artistic conception. That is the taste of being able to write poetry.
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