|◎七月的第一个清晨 文/ 申儿|
The fresh news and the past happenings are after all invisible matters
In need of no storing spaces. They come and go, and never turn around.
The vastness of an individual heart is certain to
Allow them a hundred turns and a thousand twists.
O, the first morning of July！
I open the door and do not see the mountains
Possibly due to so heavy a mountainous fog
Since I own a boat,
I do not care whether I step into
The same part of the former river.
I just let you know all things go well right here.
The wind subsides, the rain ceases and the trees keep quietly motionless.
Let's not mention changeable undercurrents,
Only judge from the outward appearances and then conclude that
We are well-clothed, well-fed, free from care and worry.