Recall……

I remember

I said

Someone guessed that you were me.

Spiritual Love

It was funny at first

But as time flies

After too much understanding

I find more and more

My spirit

It’s really getting more and more inseparable from you

Once remembered

You told me

If I am

I want to heal you

If not

I think you are well

Look to the future

Hard work

Come on

Since it is doomed

Spiritual inseparable

Then be a confidante

Not bad

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

No reverse consideration

Life

It’s just a big net

Let you

Indecisive

Standing

Crossroads

Confused

I don’t know

Where to go

Since the selected

Shouldn’t be

Fear

Life

Not so much

Time and opportunity

Let you

Hesitating

Find the right direction

It should be

Go to the dream place

Life

Not much

Can regret chess

Big loss

Come again

Even though

That’s just

After failure

Self-comfort

We have already

No longer Young

We are no longer

Young and frivolous

Can’t afford to lose

The only thing that can be done

Or don’t do it

Or

If you do it, you won’t lose.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Dark night Echo

I couldn’t help coughing and coughed gently.

I seem to hear the echo, very clear.

I coughed again, which was also gentle.

It’s my Echo, obviously weak and hoarse, coming from up and down.

I know these echoes come from tombstones everywhere in the cemetery.

I’m not afraid. You are here, I am not afraid!

Some tall tombstones have dim lights. In front of some tombstones, there were candles flashing, the warmth of clouds, more, Berlin in black, and a white piece of words on the tombstone.

You don’t have a tombstone yet, a candle still flickers, dark red light.

When I came to you, one of the candles the children lit at noon was blown out by the wind, where was it still inserted? The other one was burnt out. There was a small piece on the ground, which was very like blackish Red’s blood.

In front of your grave, the paper money burned by relatives lay there quietly, like a scattered dark cloud and a dry tear.

I think your relatives have been here, I know.

I don’t want to come with them, I don’t want.

I didn’t come until my son left school. He is still driving now. He has to wait until he picked up the baby for me from specialty class. I advised him to leave early, but he didn’t want.

I can’t hide it from you anymore. I was hurt a little and it hurt a little.

The night before yesterday, I stumbled on the ground and hit the road along the stone on my ass. It’s okay, only a little pain. It’s really okay, otherwise how can I drive here by myself?

I called my elder sister and said I would leave the baby with her for a while and wanted to do something.

She didn’t ask me what to do, just asked me if it hurt.

She knew what I was going to do, and I could hear it from her voice.

I definitely want to come, although it really hurts.

Today is lunar October. My son came back from school specially. I couldn’t go back to see my father. It’s the first time for so many years. My hometown is far away and I still have to walk a lot of mountain roads. I may not be able to survive. But my son didn’t discuss with me and went with his brothers.

I will definitely come. There are a lot of people in the cemetery today, and my relatives have come to see you. If I don’t come, how can you rest assured? I’m really fine.

I was still like this, burning paper money to you one by one, smoking one by one, tears dripping on the fire, and soon disappeared. I didn’t feel pain there, I am felt uncomfortable.

When I stood up, I gritted my teeth and seemed to have a slap. It was not for other reasons. It was very cold and my legs were numb.

It was already dark, and it was all dark around. It’s okay. I came late. When I came, the weather was dim.

Very quiet, very quiet, there is no one in the cemetery, I can hear the sound of candlelight swinging, I can hear the sound of tears flowing out, and there are two low, short birds crying, choked, the woods from the bottom of the valley.

But candlelight is warm, I look at you, look at me! In this dark night, the Echo came.

November 15, 2020

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…

Stagnation

I seem to be nothingness.

There seems to be nothing in my mind. I tried my best to catch something, but I couldn’t catch it at all. I want to concentrate some energy, but it seems that my mind is a barren mountain without any grass, even without any wind and sand.

Those things poured out of my mind, squeezing the temples and the corners of my eyes sour.

I was driving, but as if the car did not exist. I’m just floating in this world, running towards you.

There were pedestrians on the side of the road, and they were in a trance. They moved slowly, with clear faces and clear facial features, but they were also in a daze.

The Weeping Willow along the road were motionless, and one by one were dull people wearing straw raincoat ancient poems. They looked at me coldly and lonely, without any slight eyes.

The tombstone in the cemetery is also like them. The Cold name does not have a drop of tears.

Without any wind, the whole world stagnated.

Paper money is still in the shape of layers and layers. Although they have been burnt out, they seem to be a large gray flower in another world, with ungentle petals and motionless stripes. But I know, I can’t hold it. Before burning paper, there was a regular round pit. I think it should be the place where animals find heating. After all, it has been raining all the time this year, but I prefer to believe it, that is the flowerpot that you have already placed, waiting for me to put in this burning flower.

I sat beside you, I felt the cold tears on my face, but I couldn’t hear its voice. In the world, maybe only it is moving, slowly spreading. The dark red cigarette butts were burning in my hands, and I didn’t feel any warmth, as if it was also cold.

I suddenly coughed violently. It seemed that a current was sent from my chest and rushed across my shoulder quickly until the end of my fingers. I felt the Twitch to be destroyed. I stood up. The sky was blue, pure and dusk. I questioned in my heart, God! Can’t I even be sad?

No one answered me. All the leaves in front of us, big and small, are quiet and motionless, just like eyes big and small, indifferent and expressionless.

No bird flew over, and they also avoided. They seemed unwilling to look at me directly, unwilling to see the desperate eyes in my tears.

I haven’t been here for more than a month. Suddenly, your grave has been filled with dense small trees, most of which are elm trees. I don’t know when they came and how they took root. You must watch them grow up with your pity eyes and your loving eyes when you look at each child. Perhaps, when you speak quietly in the dead of night, you are not so lonely when you can’t sleep. However, they cover your eyes. You can’t see the TTL in the distance. Then I often stare at the TTL alone and far away.

Suddenly a sound of cuckoo came down from the bottom of the ditch, with a deep cry and intermittent sobs. It seemed that all the sad and bitter rain during this period of time soaked every inch of feathers on its body, soaked its heart again. It was silent after only two calls, which were also a struggle in drowning. I can’t save it, nor can it save me.

The sound of cicadas also gradually rose, like a sobbing ocean, with a low voice, boundless.

There is no wind, and the leaves do not move.

It’s going to be dark.

August 16, 2020

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…