Unlimited Goodness
 
 

--Nightfall--
Hsiang Ssu


 



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The night comes on;
The river grows dark.
The peasants come in slowly
From the fields.
In a hut hid deep
Amid the towering trees
Glows a tiny flame
To guide a man home.
 -Chinese-
- A.D. 723 -