Liao Zhenwu, Southern University of

Science and Technology

I rode through the village at night,

Passing through the houses without lights,

The house where the masters went out to work,

Standing silently under the stars in the dark night.

I walked through the fields in the mountains in the early morning.

Small fields are wild,

The doorman silently slashed the knife to clear the thorns at the edge of the field.

There are no more people in the air.

I got up at 5:30 in the morning,

Sitting in the yard of the morning light,

My grandmother quietly appeared on the road outside the yard.

Her small, slightly hunched body, having already visited the vegetable garden in the morning light.

We went to the harvest of the soybeans.

She used a knife to manage the long ivy along the road.

Then we went down to the ground and harvest it.

The morning light slowly swept over and touched her.

There were continuous humming and crisp bird calls around.

Her ears are not very clear,

I don’t know what kind of world she is in,

We only spoke in silence.

Every day I experienced the sunshine,

Also experienced the birds and flowers,

The vegetation is full of vitality.

Cicadas come and go and the butterflies dance.

Sunset at dusk,

Night starry river.

This seems to be a world that has nothing to do with me.

It has nothing to do with any human beings.