Han Meixiang
The growing concern about distance.
Deeply entangled in my tired body and mind.
And there is my deep pursuit on the other side.
Maybe at this time, my mother is crying in front of the cooking stove.
Suddenly standing outside the door.
I am eager to see my daughter come back from afar.
And old father.
Leaning back on the old wooden chair, saying nothing.
I hope to hear my daughter's footsteps.
I saw the Milky Way in a foreign country.
But lovesickness is hard to get together.
The river flowing in front of the door
The magpies on the branches are beaming.
Blue sky and white clouds are floating.
The earth is full of flowers.
But who cares about this separation?
The pain of wanting to be together but not wanting to be together.
Missing is like a seed,
It has taken root in my heart.