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In the wild mountains where rainbows appear There is a village of white and gray tiled buildings And she is praised as the countryside of Chinese paintings Where the dream of heaven of peace and happiness has been placed But who knows That there was purgatorial hardship once In the school playground An earth blast furnace suddenly collapsed Ending the faith and idealism of young students In the days of the great famine A fortyish mother starved to death on her way to pick wild greens in The suburbs In the middle of the cobblestone street Thirteen and fourteen year old girls were tied up and on their knees And their bare backs Were tattooed four big characters dripping with blood? Up to this day There are also people calling it the alleged “years of passion” Dreams include fond dream and bad dream I wish fond dreams appeared often And bad dreams never.