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He Xiaozhu

Going to Supoxiang

This village’s men are asleep
A woman walks in the town
Another follows behind her
They are probably not acquainted
This is my guess

At this moment the moon is big and round
Something rarely seen in Chengdu
A distance of ten or more kilometers
makes the difference great

I’ve come to the Supoxiang police station
There’s a woman police officer on duty
Her round face
looks much like tonight’s moon
I ask, “Are you Li Ning’s classmate?”
She, smiling, says, “Li Ning called.”
And with that, the matter was taken care of

GOING TO SUPOXIANG

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Going to Supoxiang

This village’s men are asleep
A woman walks in the town
Another follows behind her
They are probably not acquainted
This is my guess

At this moment the moon is big and round
Something rarely seen in Chengdu
A distance of ten or more kilometers
makes the difference great

I’ve come to the Supoxiang police station
There’s a woman police officer on duty
Her round face
looks much like tonight’s moon
I ask, “Are you Li Ning’s classmate?”
She, smiling, says, “Li Ning called.”
And with that, the matter was taken care of

Going to Supoxiang

This village’s men are asleep
A woman walks in the town
Another follows behind her
They are probably not acquainted
This is my guess

At this moment the moon is big and round
Something rarely seen in Chengdu
A distance of ten or more kilometers
makes the difference great

I’ve come to the Supoxiang police station
There’s a woman police officer on duty
Her round face
looks much like tonight’s moon
I ask, “Are you Li Ning’s classmate?”
She, smiling, says, “Li Ning called.”
And with that, the matter was taken care of
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