On Seeing a Firefly in My Room

On a rainy night, the house is desolate —
I've stopped chanting poems.
Now a firefly flies in through some crack,
as if looking for me!
He must have pitied me for having no candle or lamp,
and entered, within the gauze curtains,
to illuminate the depths of this night.
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Yang Chi
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