"Father"

1

I still remember the time when my father's shadow was cast on the water VAT

It was summer and the trees outside the old house were bearing fruit

Not a single beam of light remains in vain

Their teasing little hands and me swaying in the water

I secretly looked at my father

It is golden with a tinge of red

Like persimmons

At that time, I still didn't understand the tenacity of a persimmon when it loses its astringency

2

Father often contends with the sun in a hot and vigorous manner

I think that lonely orange tree can bear witness

The father was gathering wood beside it

Drag, stumble, drag

Block poverty again

3

Everything is orange and yellow, and Father's eyebrows have become thick tassels

I wipe my hands and go to get it

The concrete grains were scattered

Suddenly, no one spoke

It is the eternal solitude of autumn

4

Later, the father always attempted to transfer his soul

From soil to wheat straw

From wood to soybeans

From hands to machines

Eventually, it turned into a can of ash and was sent back to the soil

Let's have another dream

I saw that my father was thinner than the crescent moon

Even a broken willow branch cannot bear the weight of a single rain

5

I returned and left with tears streaming down my face

Hide my father in my sun

Pawn youth to the moon in a foreign land

And every dusk breaks the axis of time

Father and I are looking at each other