Lesson 8 * Oath of Land / Hatara Duanmu
I have a burning love for the vast Kanto
wilderness. I heard her calling my name all the time, and I heard her calling
me back all the time. I sometimes put my hand on my chest, and I know that my
heart is still beating, and my heart is still gushing with blood, because I
often feel it flooding with a passion. When I lie on the ground, when I look up
at the stars in the sky, when I hold a handful of dirt in my hand, or when I
think back to the past of my childhood, I think of the towering green birch
forest, and the beautiful birch trees moaning in the field; I saw herds of
horses galloping, Mongolian dogs howling in the middle of the night, and I
heard the crisp sound of leather whips rolling down mountain streams; I think
of red cloth-like sorghum, golden beans, black earth, red jade faces, black
jade eyes, colorful mountain eagles, galloping deer herds, coals with the smell
of rosin, red gold; I think of the distant car bells, the horses running on the
straight avenue wearing string bells on a sunny day, the rumors of fox fairies
in the middle of the night, the grotesque wind on the field... Then I heard my
hometown calling me, and there was a voice calling to me from my hometown. She
called my name in a low voice, her voice so eager that I had to go back. I was
always haunted by this sound, and wherever I went, even if I slept deeply, or
suddenly woke up in my sleep, I suddenly thought it was time for me to go back.
I had to go back, I never thought about leaving her. This sound is unstoppable
and unselectable. This voice has been in eternal communication with my heart.
When I remember my hometown, I can see that deep in the earth, a ripe red
slurry is tumbling, and this sound comes from there. In that ancient formation,
there was a torrent of burning water, like my heart gushing blood. I know this,
I often put my hand on the ground, I will feel her jumping, the same as my
heart jumping. They never stop, their blood is always flowing, in a passionate
tacit understanding they call each other, and one day they will converge.
The land is my mother, and every inch of my
skin has grains of earth; As soon as my palm approached the earth, my heart
became calm. I am a clan of the land and I cannot leave her. In the land of my
homeland, I have made countless footprints. I have buried my laughter in that
ridge, I have caught grasshoppers on that rice, and I have kept my handprints
on the heavy pickaxe. I've eaten cabbage that I grew myself. The soil of the
homeland is fragrant. In spring, when the east wind blows, the aroma of the
soil wafts through the fields. The river flowed shallowly, the wicker rushed
out like a rain of smoke, and there was a sound of joy in the air. There was a
chirping everywhere in the field, the sky was clear and transparent, and the
sound of labor sounded from one end to the other. In autumn, silver thread-like
spider silk hangs on the horns of cattle, grain carts pull grain back, sparrows
are tired of eating, and flying everywhere here and there. The aroma of rice
grain is strong, and the field of the new valley is ringing, how beautiful, how
rich... No one can forget her. I will fight to the end for her. Land,
wilderness, my hometown, you must be liberated! You have to stand! Night and
night I heard the sound of horses' hooves galloping, and the son of the steppe
calling on the edge of dawn. Then I got up and looked for the great bear of the
north in the sky, and under its golden light was my hometown. I looked over
there, gaze, until dawn broke. I can never forget because I promised her that I
would go back to her, and I promised I would go back. I am willing to give
everything for her. I must see a more beautiful homeland appear before me or
before my grave. And I will wash away all her filth and shame with my
tears. |
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