Author: west by northwest
You cough loudly with a shovel
Finally, a grave was piled on a strange hill.
It will be your home and my resting place.
Standing in the sunset, I can sit here and overlook.
But the heaviness of loess buried your sight.
I can only miss you across the distant horizon.
The wetness of the soil was a tear on my pillow last night.
I want to climb the ladder to make a fire.
Waiting for you to stumble and warm your legs.
Then there will be a long period of loneliness.
Just like now, I can only miss you empty.
The pear tree you planted yourself was covered with snow.
The old house built by hand is covered with dust.
After grandma took a breath.
Prolonged my severe insomnia in the dark.
I will follow your example in front of my parents.
Be a quiet person on the horizon.
For two years, you just lay there without saying a word.
Let's make a bold guess about everything in the blue sky.
So I'm going to stand on the yellow earth and say
You'd better close your eyes when the dark clouds are full of tears.
April, 2003 16 in Northwest Normal University
I will be caught in the rain in my dream.
Looking for you everywhere on the streets of the city
Piles of fires that started together.
Will dry the moisture in our hearts.
The parting of life and death three years ago was just a long journey.
Because I believe you will come back one day.
Sit on the hot kang of the old house and chat with us.
Maybe this is just a fictional event.
Most of the time, you are outside.
Watch the door for others and do odd jobs.
I haven't been back for several Spring Festival.
Later we got used to your absence.
But I still can't face the photos on the table.
The grass on the grave is withered, green and yellow.
Accustomed to wet soil, you
You will definitely let me stay in the sun with you.
But more than a thousand days and nights passed.
But I'll never see you hobbling again.
So I want to light a candle in my dream.
Dispel the darkness in our hearts
The remaining half box of matches
I will hold my head high.
Just like when I was a child, I was held by you.
I can also cook all the crops.
Crushed and sprinkled into the sky.
I believe you can hear the laughter of wheat.
Another city
It will also be full of bright sunshine.
May 2004.13 Lanzhou
(paternal) grandfather
I came into this world.
You're smiling happily.
You leave this world.
I cried silently.
You have a brilliant smile.
Because of your smile
Have a new life
I cried my eyes out.
Because I cried.
Can't extend your breath by half an inch.
When I was young.
You never hug me.
But I know you like me.
When I grow up.
You can't detain me.
But I know I love you.
You are still alive.
Father told me
Without you, there is no me.
After you left
I told my father.
Our life is a continuation of yours.
You must forgive me.
I can't remember you forever
But I assure you,
I will never forget you.
Even if one day I really forget.
The beating pulse will also remind me.
Your blood
It has been growing inside me.
Wild Goose River-My Nanny
Dayanhe is my nanny.
Her name is the name of the village where she was born
She is a child bride,
Dayanhe is my nanny.
I am the son of the landlord;
I also grew up eating milk from Dayan River.
Son of Dayanhe.
Dayan and I raised a family by raising me.
I grew up on your milk,
Dayanhe, my nanny.
Along the river, I saw snow today, which reminds me of you:
Your grave is covered with snow,
Your closed former residence, the dead Wafi on the roof,
The ten-square-foot garden you pawned,
The mossy stone chair in front of your door,
Along the river, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you.
You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me;
After you set up the stove,
After you took the charcoal ash off your apron,
When you taste the cooked rice,
After you put the black sauce bowl on the black table,
After you repaired your sons' clothes cut by thorns on the hillside,
When you have bandaged the child's hand cut by the firewood knife,
After you strangled the lice on your husband's shirt one by one,
After you picked up your first egg today,
You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me.
I am the landlord's son,
After I ate all your milk in Dayan River,
I was taken home by my parents.
Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying?
I'm a new guest at my parents' house!
I touched the furniture carved with red paint,
I touched the gold pattern on my parents' bed,
I just looked at the plaque on the eaves, which read the words "happy family" I didn't know.
I touched the silk and shell buttons of my new dress.
I looked at my mother's strange sister,
I sat on a kang stool with a brazier painted on it.
I ate rice that had been ground three times,
However, I am so embarrassed! Because I
I became a new guest in my parents' house.
Dayan River, for living,
After she used up all the lotion,
She began to work with her arms hugging me;
She washed our clothes with a smile.
With a smile on her face, she went to the frozen pond near the village with a vegetable basket.
She smiled and cut the radish with ice.
With a smile on her face, she took out the spent grains eaten by pigs with her hands.
She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan.
Smiling, she came to the square with a dustpan.
Sun those soybeans and wheat,
Dayan River, for living,
After she used up all the lotion,
She just holds my arm and works.
Wild goose river, deeply in love with her baby;
During the Chinese New Year, I was busy cutting him the candy of that winter rice.
For him, he often goes to his home near her village quietly.
For him, go up to her and call "Mom".
Dayan River painted his bright red and green Guan Yunchang.
Stick it on the wall next to the stove,
Dayanhe will boast and praise his breasts to his neighbors;
Dayan and had a dream that can't be told:
In the dream, she ate her child's wedding wine,
Sitting in the magnificent celebration hall,
Her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately calls her "mother-in-law"
…………
Dayanhe, love her baby!
Dayan and died before her dream woke up.
When she died, her breasts were not with her,
When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her.
Five sons, all crying sadly,
When she died, she whispered the name of her child.
Dayanhe, dead,
When she died, her breasts were not with her.
Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face!
With the bullying of human life for more than forty years,
The misery of countless slaves,
With a four-dollar coffin and some straws,
There are only a few feet of land to bury the coffin,
With the ashes of a handful of paper money,
Wild goose river, she went away in tears.
This is big research and don't know:
Her drunken husband died,
The eldest son became a bandit,
The second one died in the smoke of gunfire,
Third, fourth and fifth times
Live in the scolding of the host and landlord.
And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world.
When I returned to my native land after a long wandering,
On the hillside, in the fields,
When the two brothers met, they were closer than they were six or seven years ago!
This, this is for you, quietly sleeping Dayan River.
What you don't know!
Dayanhe, today, your baby is in prison.
Write a hymn for you,
Give you the purple soul under the loess,
Reach out to you and hug my hand,
Let you kiss my lips,
What is presented to you is a muddy and gentle face.
It's for you, because you lifted my breasts,
To your sons, my brothers,
To everything on earth,
My big weir nanny and their son,
Dedicated to Da Yanhe who loves me as his own son.
Dayan River,
I grew up eating your milk.
Your son,
I respect you.
Love You!
1933. 1. 14, Xuechao.