"Stinging".
Author: Sha Tao (Hui).
Cloudy. There are no birds. Soar.
I don't feel the romance of spring.
My grandfather and I lifted out the small square table.
Make a pot of jasmine in the yard.
Two long black shadows in the stove house.
The dynamic light flashes and flashes like the image of thunder and lightning.
Wisps of the fragrance of mutton fat cakes.
Fluttering like a butterfly, Grandpa's face overflowed with flowers.
I jumped up and down to the stove to look.
Grandma and Mom were pancakes and talking about the parents' shortcomings.
Grandma rolled eggs for me in pancakes.
She said that the day was warm (Minoru's voice seemed to be far away).
Those hibernating bugs and scorpions are about to crawl out.
The purpose of the pancake is to burn off the claws of the insect and scorpion, and they are afraid to climb into the house and on the kang.
Mom added firewood to the bottom of the pot and pulled the bellows.
The red flames lit up their cheeks so vividly.
So homely. The whole kitchen is filled with the smell of oil cakes.
That's the breath of spring in the world of rape flowers.
It's just that everything is blurry and damp....Faraway.
The eyes are hot (not sure if it's a dream or a hallucination).
Today is the childhood that I am stinging again.
It's remembrance, it's nostalgia, and my mood is both sycamore and rain.
Grandma, I think of your baked oil cake again.
Mother, you have been away from us for five years.
I don't know if you have any pancakes in heaven.
In a few days, it entered Ramadan.
Ramadan's stickers will send pancakes, I will do it.
May people be amazed and happy for two auspicious years.
March 5, 2024: The Year of the Dragon.