Qingping Yue: A Violent Storm on the Twenty-Seventh Day of the Seventh Month

Qingping Yue: A Violent Storm on the Twenty-Seventh Day of the Seventh Month

Heaven’s will is hard to foresee,

as a sudden rain falls out of nowhere.

Swift as a skyful of powerful arrows shot forth,

it leaves the whole street’s passersby bedraggled and distressed.

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In the blink of an eye, the rain is gone and the wind is still;

the slanting sun ushers in a clearing dusk.

How many storms are there in life?

Once they have passed, they vanish into the void without a trace.