Shaojun Li Biography

Talking about our wishes under the tree
You say, you will write a biography of mountains and waters.

But I love only to take pictures of clouds
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Nightfall, time for dinner.
I go out to the woods, calling my old father.
The night is seeping through little by little, the darkness diffuses
like ink on rice paper.
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The tranquility of this small place is in its bone:
the spring water runs in the river, flagstones paved along the alley,
vines and weeds climb the fence, and a bird hops on the wall.
All have tranquility in them.
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A few wooden cabins.
A small pool of light.
Small as an ant, I'm stranded in this nameless way station
in the depths of Hulunbeier grasslands,
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In the desert,
a blade of grass is a miracle, so is a drop of rain.
God's sign is easily shown in all small things.
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