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"Meditation on Qixi Festival" - A Poem

Author: Joey Zhou

Genre: Neoclassicism

Note: It’s hard to sleep at 3:30am in the morning. When I opened the door, there was no wind, no rain, no moon. There were only faint stars, and one bright star that appeared to be moving in the southwest corner of the night sky. I thought it was a UFO, so I snapped my fingers and went back to the living room to write this poem.


No wind, no rain, no moon

Sleepless is the hardest to rest,


Flickering and appearing if there is

If there is no love, the love will end,

Smell the scent of gardenia

Feel that things are impermanent

Thinking back to the thousand-year-old red dust

Read for a moment


A piece of tenderness and sweetness

Reverted to a thousand knots of heart.

Come to snap your fingers, and dream mountain and rivers again.

Written in Los Angeles on 8/13/2021 at 3:30am



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