Moments

by Xiong Yan
     trs. by Chen Xiaoyuan

I said good night to my five-year-old daughter, with a gentle kiss
on her cheek
After a busy day, Mom got tired and dozed off in the chair
Father covered her with a blanket light
Wife came back from the wet market, wearing the morning glow
at her temple
I wrote poetry at midnight, encountering my loneliness along the
way

My heart is a grain of rice, when the husk is removed
it is crystal white