Written During the Spring Festival

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Written During the Spring Festival

On a moonlit night,
I lean alone by the small western window.
Suddenly, the sound of firecrackers rises,
And I realize the New Year has arrived.

The world is quiet,
Yet I still remember the joys of the past.
When will I return to the dreams of childhood,
But alas, here I am, in the turmoil of life.

— At Hongqi New Village
January 19, 2009
Reflections under the Moon

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