Lifetime
Bend, bend until your cheeks touch the earth.
Be silent, be silent until your voice returns to dust.
Time is like a firewood, slowly burning your memory.
Devotion, devotion, it dies.
Longing, longing, it's being reborn.
An old man becomes a child in an instant.
One afternoon when no one was looking.
You straighten up suddenly.
Use a cane to knock down the green fruits of the trees behind the house.
The pockets of the gray cloth coat were filled with bitter sweetness.
Children don't taste that sweetness.
They lack the seasoning of the long years.
and quickly lost the innocence of a child.
Incomprehensible, to them, are incomprehensible.
They don't know that you're no longer an old man.
Take off the wide coat, and inside is just a child with a shrunken body.
The parabola of years has finally returned to its original position.
There is not much that a child desires.
There is not much for an old man to fill.
Satisfy him, satisfy him.
Let the old man smile childishly.
In memory of Grandma
In a cave on the loess.
There is such an old man hidden.
Her ear-length hair.
Wrapped in the sorrow of his hometown.
Sixty years ago, under the whip of a great famine.
The people of the vast plains exploded.
Walk along the Yellow River.
In the narrowest part of the current, they went ashore.
This golden city, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers, has had their roots since then.
Forty years ago. Skirting the zigzag dirt slope, she came closer to the Qinling Mountains.
The wind blew the yellow earth in Guanzhong, and the dust lifted her hijab.
Swallowing her spit, she began a lifetime of silence.
Twenty years ago. At that time, she was no longer young.
Her hometown is a fairy tale she tells her grandchildren.
Chubby, skinny, and grandma were eaten by hungry wolves.
This story is her childhood.
Eight years ago, an old man's life stopped in waiting.
It was indeed a dark night.
The night took many lives.
The silent cave, looking at her, thanked her for the spring, summer, autumn and winter that she had accompanied her.
About the Author:Guo Jiani, a native of Weinan, Shaanxi, has lived and worked in Beijing for ten years. There are essays published in multiple literary ***. *Picture, soundtrack** on the Internet, if there is any infringement, please contact the editor to delete*
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