Dreaming - Rong Rong / 荣 荣
The woman I dream of is anxious— / she is desperate to meet someone, but has lost the address. // “Are you sure he wants to see you too? / Are you sure you are ready?” /
Tres Orillas
Thinking beyond My Power - Ye Yanbin / 叶延滨
I think it’s small, too small to be seen / Even at the edge of the cell wall. / Though small the virus, / It made the city of high buildings / Become dumb. / Without a single shot / It took me and put me in its cell. /
Wuhan, Wuhan - Liang Ping / 梁 平
The calendar on the wall is inflamed, / Page by page, it falls away, / Everyone in commute, in neighborhood and public places / is armed with masks cut out from white clouds. /
The Atlas of the War against Epidemic - Yang Zhixue / 杨志学
The eyes of horror, the eyes of pain / The eyes of men that are dying with hate / So many the bright and merciful eyes that flash in an instant /
How You Look Like - Xu Fang / 徐 芳
In our lives, there are moments / that are like the impresses of a mask / similar to the gullies suddenly bursting out / and then slowly rebounding to nothingness / as usual, but you didn’t even see them at all /
About the Fight Against the Pandemic - An Liang / 安 谅
On the winter land, a huge crow descended. / It was silent, like a ballet dancer dancing on the tips of her toes. / But the flapping of its wings had already rumbled like thunder. /
Mr. Zhong Nanshan’s Monologue - Gong Xuan / 龚 璇
I must go to Wuhan, to show / my sword to the magic bacteria / surging in the dark, and let the sharp / blade dipped with liquid medicine mop up / the desire of the coronavirus. /