I grew up partly since I met you;
but with you I have never said a word.
Lombardy poplars clamor in the air. Infinite wilderness
falls silent with me;
healing my difficult disease are the cold needles,
and two or three sorts of tablets.
The boy next room, again he disobeys
It was in that autumn when I regained my faith,
maintaining my enthusiasm with the adult world
About the author:
Xue Nü is a poet, writer and photographer. She is the author of several collections for essay and poetry.