A father's pain is hidden in a frown. Greater than the pain is the silence of the children I can't see through life and death, but I'm used to being sick for a long time.
By bill6 days ago in Poets
For Arbor Day, I bought a moon tree Red. The kind that climbs up walls. In front of my house in a new neighborhood. I clanked through the dirt where the ground was warming up.
By bill7 days ago in Poets
The intrusion into the cemetery was completely unintentional. I was heading for the blooming flowers. The cold gravestones emit a harsh white light.
There's never been a twilight like this. The plane cuts through the sky. The mountains and clouds melt into a silent whisper
The water from the forest smells like the mountains. My father says it's wood leaf water. People who drink this water often will suck the oil out of their bodies.
By bill8 days ago in Poets
What comes to mind A rustling sound, one after another The shrubs are not quite used to it. In the ditch, the dead leaves flowed away sharply
"Sir, I remember that the owner of this room is a lady who lives alone, may I ask what is your relationship to her?" I asked.
By bill10 days ago in Chapters
Those days a long cord was tied to the switch, you could still turn on a light while sitting on the bed. Those days the lights were as plain as the country folks.
By bill14 days ago in Poets
When Auntie Mei heard this, she wanted to say something but didn't, and gradually, I realized that her face was red. I didn't think that at her age, she could still be as shy and red as a young girl.
By bill16 days ago in Chapters
Of course, even though I couldn't get enough of it, I let go of her feet right away, I didn't want to look down on myself in my mind.
Ten years ago on a sunny afternoon, I was still in elementary school when I saw my neighbor Auntie Mei's body. Of course, you can't judge me as a hooligan because of that, because it was a complete misunderstanding.
By bill16 days ago in Fiction
It stretches its neck and casts its eyes into the water And meets its transparent self In a flowing mirror Sadness dissolves into a cloud
By bill17 days ago in Poets