#The Forgotten Little Book
Zhang Shuming
In a corner of a dusty bookshelf
A yellowed little book whose original color is hard to recognize
Lies quietly
Long forgotten
I recall how it came to be
How it came to be here
The boy who was so happy to have it.
The young man is now half a century old
It was once held in his arms
"in his arms.
The boy could not fully understand
To understand what it meant.
Now it has been
Has been transformed into the energy of wisdom
Into his brain.
The little book feels left...