Author: Gu Shi
It's silence
Darken the night in the mountain village.
Childhood, after self-study at night
I'll blow the mud whistle hard
Giving yourself courage, of course, is also a call-
Did you hear the whistle?
No matter where it is.
The black dog at home is coming soon.
Running around me excitedly
In the wilderness, we embraced happily.
Like a pair of long-lost brothers.
Forty years of snapping fingers
In my hometown, I came across a mud whistle hiding in the corner.
Holding it is like holding the heartbeat of childhood.
Climb the hill in front of the village
Facing the wilderness
Blow and blow silently alone.
Try to recall the good times in your memory.
Silence devours everything.
Only the distant wind is still covering the creatures in a hurry.
My heart suddenly a surprised:
Blow again
I can't come back.