All my short-lived notions disappear in the straw hut totally
The ground there is made up of dirt
On the big wood burning stove
A pen of rice is being cooked
Two pieces of bean curbs stay at the bottom of the bowl
The rotten cabbages are covering at the top
These stinky and yet savory smells of the cabbages is perhaps the image of ancient China
All my short-lived notions disappear in these contradicting and uniting smells totally
(translated by oswald poem by 楊鍵 - 古老 )
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