Prose poems written by Father Li Nan.
Production: He Chuan
In 1984
The crops have not been harvested yet.
My son lies in my arms.
Sleep so soundly
Tonight's open-air movie
There's no time to watch.
My wife reminded me
Repair sewing machine pedal
I'm going to borrow more money from my neighbor tomorrow.
The child cried all day.
Make a fuss about eating cookies
Blue polyester coat
The pain goes straight to the heart.
Squatting by the pond without mercy.
I punched myself twice.
This is from my father's diary.
This is his legacy from his youth.
Prose poems left behind
Years later, I watched tears flow down.
My father is getting old.
Like a shadow ...
In 1994,
The crops have been harvested.
My old mother last year.
Left the world
My son is wearing a white shirt.
Run into the campus
But he has something on his mind recently.
I lost a big circle.
Think about the future.
I will always be a pile of old paper money.
At that time, my son had already
A real man
There is a lovely girl.
Established a home with him.
I hope they are.
Don't live so hard.
This is from my father's diary.
This is the legacy of his life.
Prose poems left behind
Years later, I watched tears flow down.
My father is getting old.
Like a shadow ...
This is from my father's diary.
This is the legacy of his life.
Prose poems left behind
Years later, I watched tears flow down.
But my father is missing.
Like an old newspaper. ...
This is the footprint left by that generation.
After several storms.
Erase traces
This land once made me cry.
How many people did it bury?
Sad past
Heavy air defense weapon ......
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