[China] ALDINGFU YIREN
The Camel Spring
At the foot of the lofty Wutusi mountain,
There is a clear ripple.
Hugging my grandma’s neck, in my childhood,
“Where does the spring flow to?” I asked.
It seems that I’ve met another myself
Lao Chao
In the deep night
Lights flickering in the street
A middle-aged man
Judging from his clothes, as I look at me
He lives at the bottom of society. Walking, he does not see me
He said something while he walked
His voice is so low, which only he can hear
As he said, he had a smile from time to time