Ru Zhi-juan

In China's land, a writer fair, Ru Zhijuan, with stories rare. With pen in hand, she weaved her tales, Of love and loss, and heart's travails. Her words, like magic, came alive, In short stories, she'd always strive. To touch the hearts of those who read, And plant a seed of thought and need. A mother, too, with daughters three, One of them, Wang Anyi, you see. A writer, just like her mother dear, Their words would echo, loud and clear. Ru Zhijuan, a shining star, Her stories traveled near and far. Her words would dance upon the page, And captivate readers of every age. Though she's gone, her legacy remains, In the hearts of readers, her words sustain. Ru Zhijuan, a writer's delight, Her stories continue to shine so bright. Random page: Kgalebane Mohlakoana