Prose poems written by my father (Time Edition)
Lyrics: Dong Yufang Composer: Xu Fei
Singer: Xu Fei
1984 The crops haven’t been harvested yet
My daughter is sleeping so sweetly in my arms
I don’t have time to watch the outdoor movie tonight
My wife reminds me to repair it Repair the pedal of the sewing machine
Tomorrow I will go to the neighbor's house to borrow some money
The child has been crying all day and clamoring for biscuits
Blue The pain in my polyester top pierced my heart
I squatted by the pond and punched myself twice
These are the words in my father's diary
This is a prose poem left behind from his youth
Decades later, I cried when I saw it
But my father Already as old as a shadow
1994
The crops have been harvested long ago
My old mother passed away last year
My daughter ran into the campus with a ponytail
But she has been a little lonely recently and lost a lot of weight
Think about the future
I have become a pile of old people Old paper money
My daughter at that time will definitely be very beautiful
A man who loves her wants to marry her home
But I can’t bear to think about this Take a look at her
This is the text in my father's diary
This is the prose left behind by his life
Poetry
Decades later
I couldn’t stop crying
But my father is as old as an old newspaper
Old newspapers
The stories in them last a lifetime