On the Beginning of Winter's Poetry Reading

Xu zhimo

Rare, the night is so quiet,

Rare, the fire is so warm,

It is even more rare to be silent.

A pair of lonely souls!

No camp, no comments,

Without vanity, suspicion and hatred,

Sitting quietly in front of the fire,

I can only silently count the lanes farther away.

Take a sip of water, my friend,

Moisturize chapped lips;

You add some coal, my friend,

A red flame. Thank you for your hospitality.

On a cold winter night, my friend,

People know how to cherish the rare furnace salary;

In the cold world,

Just condensed a few sympathetic hearts!

Before March 1925