After experiencing food scarcity, hunger anxiety and community politics, everyone felt stressed out.
In my neighborhood, on this day, we were able to go downstairs and walk in the garden. The weather was perfect, it was midday, the sun was shining. I saw grass and trees and playgrounds. That was when I wrote these little poems to my neighbors.
2022.4.22-5.19 (perhaps)
My neighborhood, Puxi, Shanghai