It doesn't seem difficult to sort out the narrative elements in Han Dong's poems. A simple reading can determine the relationship between the characters. "I" and "you" may be husband and wife or lovers. On a night when fireworks were in full bloom, I looked on the rooftop and saw my mother sleeping in front of the TV through the glass. In fact, there is a hidden detail in this process-"I stuffed her with a blanket" and "Beautiful fireworks rose and fell in my mother's window"-analyzing these time nodes, it seems that "I" once went back to my mother's sleeping room to study her and cover her with a blanket while watching the fireworks.
This poem has a vivid mother image, but somehow I always feel a little ashamed of my feelings. Perhaps it was the insertion of "I prove to you" in the middle of the poem that made me unconsciously compare my mother with "you" in the poem and make a choice. When "I" protect "you" from flying on the rooftop, "you" will pass through mom's window like fireworks. Imagine this structure, which used to be up and down, moving and quiet. Mother's sleep seemed to be the foundation of the picture, firmly supporting the blooming on the rooftop and silently accepting the fall of ashes.
I like two details about mother in this poem very much. Because she is old and lonely, "there is not even a cat on her leg"; Because it is a mother, it is "not tight" and a child's growth is free to stretch. But this once old woman, like many old people, dozes off in front of the TV. She was surprised and gratified by the care of the children. She can only relive the golden age of heroes in her dreams and miss them in love.
My father is a truly great lover, and it is precisely because my mother endowed him with such an identity.
And how do I define myself? Until you prove that you are gentle enough to let "you" take off safely in full bloom, it will eventually become a new foundation and a new stillness.
Fireworks are two women and fireworks are a mother.
Zhou Youan 17.04.09