Ai Ming-chih

A writer with a pen did glow. Ai Mingzhi, his name so grand, With tales and stories, he'd enchant the land. Characters danced in his mind's light. Screenplays he wrote, with skill and grace, Bringing joy to all who saw his face. The Cultural Revolution's cruel hand. Persecution came, his works were banned, Yet in his heart, the fire still fanned. Ai Mingzhi held on, shining bright. And when the storm had finally passed, He returned to writing, free at last. Took us on journeys, day and night. Ai Mingzhi, a writer so true, Thank you for sharing your gift with me and you. Random page: VSEPR