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Chen Shui, male, from Lankai, Shandong Province. A member of the Chinese Writers' Association. He has won the Third Red Sorghum Poetry Award and the First Shandong Literature Award. He has authored the poetry collections "Selected Poems of Chen Shui" and "Reading of Life and Death". 

In the name of the Dragon Palace, time carves brilliance and immortality.

1

The sea has changed, the clouds have transformed,

The strange and mysterious earth,

Presenting its splendor with a pure heart.

The colorful hues, the fantastical land,

After the primitive wind has passed, Master Da Mo was ferrying people...

As a ferryman, the Buddhist scriptures in his hand

Without words, it is also a kind of celestial text.

The beads that have been twisted together, falling down - 

They become one after one karst landform,

Small peaks like milk, large peaks like mountains.

For billions of years, comparing with oneself,

Even the smallness is incomparable, only shame and reflection remain.

Rivers, mudflats, flourishing things... The winding path leads to the secluded place

Where a mysterious phenomenon appears,

Could there really be a "dragon", or even Guanyin?

2

Beauty is cruel.

In the cave, no one can use dazzling beauty to deceive their inner selves.

Let the eyes blinded by the mundane world become exceptionally clear at this moment.

The dripping sound of water, wearing away the stone.

Time is so slow yet so urgent! Within the heart of the mountain,

Our day seems to be a hundred years of the outside world.

The universe has great beauty that speaks no words, hiding within it,

The peaceful and beautiful landscape of this place now also evades and quietly falls into a trance.

For a tremor of beauty,

Repeating with praise to remove the darkness in the heart and gain light and immortality.

3

The underground underground river is waiting for someone to enter.

It has always been there, always. 15 kilometers, enough for running or rowing.

From the bright part to the dark end, it flows out.

Like a tiger dominating and a dragon dominating, gathering the aura of the king, the divine, and the immortal - 

Perhaps it will be refined into a dragon pearl,

possessing the power of the universe, reshaping everything.

Water comes from the mountains and flows back into the mountains.

The mountains do not turn, but the water does, and the water does not turn, but the mountains do.

This reflection, this illusion, among these mountains and peaks, there is the shadow of a dragon, faintly visible,

It is almost an invitation.

Time is like water, in the cave. The gods return to their places here.

And the tourists are always just one among the multitude,

He only has a heart of praise, he only has colorful desires, he believes that here

It will always be a fairy tale, always live in

A world that is not real.

4

Inconceivable and extraordinary, full of fairy tale charm.

In an aesthetic dictionary, the most exaggerated metaphors become more accessible,

and the words used to describe mountains and waters become unfamiliar.

In rhetoric, I tend to learn from ancient texts,

and delve deeply into the original landscapes.

With mountains towering and waters flowing, the Tianchi over a thousand meters above the ground, and the vast expanse of blue waves,

everyone will believe that beneath the unfathomable water,

there must be a dragon king.

Winter has no severe cold, summer has no scorching heat.

The divine beings suitable for living must be more enduring than humans.

Unfolding the curtain on one side of the Longmen Waterfall and entering

the miraculous cave, even more capable than skilled craftsmen, can carve out a world.

In a trance, I have forgotten which era I am in, and in my reverie, is it the Wei and Jin period?

Or is it another fictional Spring and Autumn era?

5

In this silent valley, it is magnificent and never fades away,

It has almost become a legend.

It cannot be replicated. This is a gift from heaven, and it is given again

To create another magical world on earth.

A beauty of time, self-explained

And complicated into another endless charm, on the earth.

This is a divine power, reproducing and creating itself

The engravings on the earth.

Karst, karst... This is the karst in my dream,

In Guigao, the gods and humans resonate.

6

壮丽，如安顺。美哉，如龙宫。

唱一声山歌嘹亮，又婉转，重塑一方山水，曲尽而意无穷。

虎穴洞，地藏殿……，一个是唯美的爱情故事

一个是皈依佛门的圣地，向善，向苦海……，一本经书在手，

犹作船桨，苦渡。

7

近乎于是一种巫术，在鬼魅的绚丽之中，

不同的灯光，让我恍若隔世。

水滴之声，像佛音，还是像一个人喃喃自语？

许多的世纪之后，我将不再

我将成为一本经书之下的灰尘，滑落地上。

溶洞之中，山水情怀，推敲

一个人的一生，总小于诗篇。

今夜，我在安顺，在龙宫，为未来修葺一条通往天空的道路，

而无法接通天地，思怵古今。

时光轻盈，而又深刻。如凿，如磨，如切……

这片黔地，这方山水，妩媚无尽，不朽。