Lyrics of Prose Poems Written by Father:
These crops were not harvested in 1984.
My daughter is lying in my arms, sleeping so soundly.
There is no time to see an open-air movie tonight.
My wife reminded me to repair the pedal of the sewing machine.
I'm going to borrow more money from my neighbor tomorrow.
The child cried all day, which made him want to eat cookies.
The blue polyester coat broke my heart.
Squatting by the pond, I punched myself twice.
This is from my father's diary.
This is a prose poem left by his youth.
Decades later, I watched the tears flow.
But my father is old.
These crops were harvested in 1994.
My old mother died 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 it. I will always be a pile of old paper money in the future.
Daughters at that time will be very beautiful.
A man who loves her wants to take her home.
But I can't bear to look at her when I think about it.
This is from my father's diary.
This is the legacy of his life.
Prose poems left behind
Decades later, I watched the tears flow.
But my father is as old as an old newspaper.
old newspaper
The story above is a lifetime.