(Original: Pines of Thousand Ridges) Surrounded by the heat wave throughout the summer and early autumn, the small beasts crawling and walking in the wild in order to stay alive are like fish left to cook over and over in shallow water nests on the beach under the scorching sun.

(Original: Pines of Thousand Ridges)

Besieged by the heat wave

Throughout the summer and early autumn

Foraging for food in the wild in order to stay alive

Crawling and walking beasts

Like strips

Left in a shallow water nest on the beach by the scorching sun

Tossing and boiling fish.

Those birds that like to soar in the sky

are afraid that their wings will catch fire under the burning clouds

and can only hide in the deep shades of trees filled with heat waves

or make smoky calls

or close their mouths and remain silent.

The high temperature that lasted for more than two months

made me forgive the word "ignorance".

I understood instantly

When there was no running water

I had to rely entirely on my shoulders to carry river and well water

The era when I climbed uphill and downhill to go home for drinking

The well water dried up and the river water dried up

People and livestock were thirsty and unbearable

The sun was burning above our ancestors

A grand rain praying ceremony was held.

As if I saw the white traces of salt on the shriveled bodies of the ancestors

and the dried tears in their eyes

I gave up my indiscriminate disdain for "superstitious" semantics

.

I temporarily hide my identity as an atheist

Standing in front of the steaming window

Looking at the bright sky paved with countless swords

Secretly praying:

Dark clouds, wind, rain

You We are all the gods I worship

Can we form a united army

to fight to the death with the mad scorching sun

Falling from the sky to save the

parched land, the withering rice ears

the heat stroke squirrels and the burned wild roses.

I toss and turn in the heat every night.

I get up every once in a while.

Turn on my phone and look for traces of dark clouds and wind and rain in the weather forecast.

However, the answer

I was given was a sea of ​​hot warm colors

High temperature yellow, orange, red

Like balls of burning flames

Played between the palms of the hands by the smiling sun.

The consistently high temperature numbers -

37℃, 38℃, 39℃...

glare back and forth like a fireball

My aversion to "heat" has reached its limit

I even want to understand those

famous prayers in the farming era Is the Rain Sacrifice

effective?

August 21, 2022

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