(Poems by Zhu Ziqing)
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On a stormy night,
There is no one in front.
Out of the wilderness,
It's a bad road.
Ah! There are many roads in the dark,
How can I get there?
"God! Give me some light quickly. Let me run forward! "
God panicked and said, "Light?
I have no place to find it for you!
You want light,
Build it yourself! "
19 19 years 1 month 22nd.
(From Trace,1924,65438+February, Yadong Bookstore)