Father Yang Mingcheng, 50 years old, has been working outside. Yang Kang said, "My father is just an ordinary coal miner. You can imagine his life. "
Yang Kang has a brother named Yang Jian, who graduated from Yan 'an University two years ago. Initially, my parents took two children to work in Yili, Xinjiang. Yang Kang/kloc-lost his mother in a car accident when he was 0/0 years old. Yang Kang and his younger brother were sent back to their hometown, and his father continued to stay in Xinjiang to make compensation for the car accident. Although he won the lawsuit, the perpetrator ran away and got nothing. Later, my father worked everywhere and struggled to maintain a home.
When I was a freshman, I accidentally read Lu Yao's Ordinary World. Yang Kang was deeply attracted and began to yearn for literature. From the beginning of amateur writing in high school, father and father's love have become the most powerful protagonists and themes in his poems. I don't like windy days
Kang Yang
I'm afraid I don't like windy days.
A wind from south to north twisted my waist.
I dragged my thin father to the guillotine.
As long as the wind blows, it will rain most of the time
More often, my father will have nowhere to go.
The wind blew away the cement my father had just poured out.
The wind blew cement into the eyes of the boss and his father.
This hateful wind just blew away in vain.
Father's half a catty of sweat. The wind brings dusk and chill.
As soon as the wind blew, my father began to miss home and his distant son.
Time is slower than getting stuck in the mud.
No TV, no air conditioning, not even one.
Give my father a comfortable bed for his tired heart.
He thought of his sons, one in Yan 'an and the other in Chongqing.
I heard the news about these two cities on the radio.
He will be so nervous that he can't sleep all night until the wind stops.
I don't like windy days The wind is my father's suffering.
I am afraid that whenever it is windy, I will take my father with me.
Blow from one world to another.