Modern Poetry: To Mother and My Relatives

I have been missing you...

I always do the wrong things...

1. The sunshine in May warms people who are far away< /p>

Who will warm you, the figure standing at the entrance of the village and looking out

The day I left, the hot summer

You warned me over and over again: What happened

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What should be done and what should not be done.

So, what could be more exciting than going against you?

I go against your will

Make you flustered and notice me. Invisible

Sadness and Love

2. I think of you occasionally.

Ever since I have been wandering. And forget

The way home, the folks working in the loess land

When sleeping at night, they are used to holding the little cotton-padded jackets sewn by you

. Even if the hot summer comes

Cure insomnia and cover up the scars that don’t want to be revealed

3. Every time I miss home, I bite my arm hard

Until I received a call from you asking about it

I pretended to be busy, fulfilled my life and didn’t miss it

I got away with it many times. You came to the final conclusion:

"Among the many children, she is the most ruthless one!"

You said, I will never miss home. On the day of departure

4. Mom, my body is itchy, these mosquitoes from a foreign land are sucking my blood. Suck your blood, suck day and night

You gave birth to me in your womb, and my umbilical cord absorbed your nutrients

I suck with a mouth that can't even call me "Mom" Your breasts

I ask you for this and that with my hands that don’t know how to hold you

Thank you, thank you, you will never refuse

< p> I feed mosquitoes and cause harm to the world. My dearest and kindest person

5. Ever since my grandpa was burned alive in a fire

Ever since my grandma struggled in bed but could never get up

Since Several car accidents: dead people, lame people, people with ugly scars. Maybe it was just a false alarm

At the funeral, my indifference was in sharp contrast to the other children's eyes swollen from crying.

In the dark night,

My grandma stroked my hair with trembling hands

6. I locked myself in a dark room. I am like

I have gained freedom or relief, crying loudly,

Calling you...

People who are sad in a foreign land, use money, houses, Career, tired body

Maintaining the blood relationship with hometown, relatives, and mother

7. You say you are old. And before you even spoke

Wrinkles, gray hair, and coughs all expressed it for you,

It was like a knife cutting into your heart. I began to hate you

When I was young, the fairy tales you told

Forgot to tell me the secret to immortality. When you say it's over,

everything is really over.

I am watching your old age

8. I am standing at this intersection again, the road that brought me from my hometown to here