February 14
The weather changed from sunny to cloudy with light rain.
In two adobe houses in the backyard
Father dismantled three machines.
This is what he has been doing for more than 20 years.
The only tool to make a living and my studies.
Most of the iron sheets are rusted.
Most screws can't be unscrewed.
Father cut them off with an axe.
As a bystander
from start to finish
I perform the function of watching.
Don't stretch out your hand.
hair
Father is getting older faster than his hair.
Suddenly I found that there was not much green on my father's head.
Mom ... how old is dad this year?
iron plate
The children in the neighborhood are all afraid of their father's "tough".
I'm scared, too. I always want to avoid it forever when I am young.
Now, this "iron plate" is wrinkled, and my heart shrinks because of fatigue.
tears
That day, I went.
My father, who never cried, became a cry baby, like a newly weaned child.
Men don't flick when they have tears It turns out that men's tears are too heavy to bear.
Broken hand
The right hand commonly used by ordinary people is never used by father.
Because it's disabled.
Grandma said it was because her father doted too much.
money
What is money? I haven't thought it over.
I didn't know until one day, when I saw a striped road on my father's palm.
Money is copy paper, which copies the sweat and bitterness of my father.
A kind of pain related to father.
One.
Bend upward
Father's hoe opened the mouth of the earth.
Hungry bones are alive and kicking on the tongue.
Those years that have been mentioned and fallen have climbed over the deep wrinkles on their foreheads.
So clearly a face of sadness.
Two.
The mountain cut off the dream.
Father climbed the highest peak, and Bai Yunfei had a clear sky, blue and lonely.
The outline like a wave rises and falls on a red leaf, and the mountains are silent in their eyes.
Father sighed.
The appearance of the city
Still in my father's eyes
as if by magic
Three.
An old cow went down to the field.
Only when I cry can I see the shadow in the pupil of tears.
That's my father's tombstone
The crow stood at a black spot, its wings flapping at dusk.
I miss my father on his knees.
The mountain tilted towards the last sunset.
The crow suddenly crossed the top of the mountain and squatted on its toes for the night.
Wow, it started, and I can't find myself again.
Four.
Autumn is over.
Trees uprooted rotten branches and depressed their father's village.
The drop of a needle scared me to say goodbye.
Let me fold some old clothes and put them in my arms.
I can't warm myself with a season's troubles.
Five.
I can't breathe in this other people's city.
The flashing neon lights, I am in beyond the lights.
Looking at the cold moon alone with tears.
I shouted my father's name from the tip of my tongue.
But everything fell asleep.
I keep myself awake day and night and polish my thoughts into bamboo shoots in my hometown.