A cold December
day in Hangzhou.
The first day of
student final exams.
Ahead of me, many
hours of addressing
the new leaves that
come from old leaves.
My true nature within me
and enough sense to care.
The day progressed.
My friend, the Chinese lady
who reads books in
English came to visit
With a smile and coffee.
Then the precious
friendship bloomed.
And the precious learning
was flowing like a river.
Gratitude to all of this.
Let us return again and again.
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