Moonlight, stars
Birds sing to break the peace of dawn.
Cooking smoke, old house
These are chapters that are in line with spirit and charm.
Like an eternal proposition, through the ancient streets.
Precipitate into my bones
Looking up, the moonlight in my hometown will pour down.
Every star turns and turns in the clear water.
But none of them.
The river is not, nor is the wind, and the clouds are also rich in content.
Never was.
Zhu Guangqian is from Xingtai, Hebei. His works have been published in Thinking and Wisdom, Shandong Literature, Prose Poetry, Yinchuan Daily, Sichuan Ethnic Education News, Democratic Consultation News, Hainan Daily, Inner Mongolia Daily, China Discipline Inspection and Supervision News, Farmers Daily, Guangming Daily and other provincial, municipal and national newspapers.