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. /
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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. /
Poetry Useless - Dong Qing / 冬 青
As the dry loess plateau is reluctant to turn green / With what can the surviving plants grow again?! / They are more eager to be bright than ever! / I still have unfinished writings, shivering / in this wretched long dead silence /
Listen to the Tree - Gao Hongbo / 高洪波
Stick tightly to the big tree / Stick to the chest of the son of the forest / Listen to the monster with branches and leaves shaking / And see if it is raving, raving. /