Text/Wang Deqiang
Farm tools
After my father got old
Farm tools Leisure with my father
Leisure farm tools with my dad
Silently recalling farm work
I failed to take over the farm tools
Sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn like my father
Ever since I left the country and lived in the city
I have been alienated from farm tools
Return in one day Arrive at my hometown
I accidentally touched the farm tools and made a noise
This familiar iron sound
seemed to remind me intentionally——
Don’t forget the hard work of your fathers
They used farm tools to tend the crops
The crops will feed you when you grow up
Watch the sunset< /p>
Facing the west window in the afternoon
Looking at the setting sun
The setting sun has set a little bit
My mood became dejected
The moment the sun set over the Western Mountain
The world suddenly fell into a vast expanse
My mood also reached the bottom
p>This feeling and this scene is like watching
Another villager is buried
What are the old things in the old house
Stone mill, shovel, hoe, sickle
Back cage, shoulder pole, jar, wooden barrel,...
Farm tools and household utensils that were commonly used in old houses< /p>
Some are rusty, some are worn out and damaged
Some are scattered into pieces, and some are missing
Those stone tools Wood, iron, and porcelain
With the death of my father and my mother's old age
have been lying idle in the corners of the old house
covered with dust
Every time I see or think about the old things in the old house
I always feel a faint sense of guilt in my heart
Over the years, I have often learned from my deep memory
Pick up the old things in the old house one by one
Repair, restore and wipe them carefully
Put them back to their original places
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Old house and grave
At the foot of the mountain on the right side of the old house
Grandpa and grandma are buried side by side
Not far up there are Mother-in-law and cousin
Buried further up are my second uncle and cousin-in-law
On the left side of the old house are buried nearby folks
Behind the old house My father is buried in the mountain
On the hillside in front of the old house
Several older cemeteries
One after another Old grave, new grave
The old house is wrapped in the grave
Falling into deeper and deeper desolation
Day by day haggard
It’s like returning to my hometown in the past
Seeing my father covered in dust
I patted him with a towel
He just settled Standing on the ground
Not saying a word
Caomin
No matter whether the weather is cloudy or sunny
My father always goes out. Wearing a straw hat
Wearing a raincoat when walking uphill and downhill on rainy days
Wearing straw sandals every day in the sky
From head to toe, we never leave the grass
My father was a grassroots man
How could he leave the grassland?
After his death, he was buried on the hillside
He lived with grass all year round As a companion
But my father
I am not careless in my life
I am not careless in my work
< p>A sentence that has been brewing for a long time
——Written to my wife
From meeting each other to knowing each other
From lovers to lovers to married couples
A sentence that has been brewing for thirty years
I have never said it to you
p>
A short three-word sentence
I have made you wait for a long, long time
The green hair turned into white hair
Some words become vernacular as soon as they are spoken
So I don’t want to say them easily now
It will have to wait until we are very, very old
We need to support each other when we grow old. Time
When we are so old that our speech slows down
I will say it to you word by word again
Say it to you really< /p>
This sentence has been brewing for a long time
Of course, this sentence
must be said before I or you die
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