Author: Li Ligang.
1. "That Night, I Strolled Through the Alleys and Streets of Taipei".
That night, I strolled through the alleys and streets of Taipei, where thousands of lights were brightly lit.
The eyes are full of traditional characters, dancing and flashing in the colorful lights and shadows of the market.
Graceful and weathery, one after another, rushed into my eyes.
At this moment, I remembered that my mother was holding hands and drawing one stroke at a time.
Taught me to write this font of my happy childhood.
At this moment, I remembered what my father had taken out of the bottom of the old camphor box.
The sister-in-law who went to Taiwan in her early years is as beautiful as water.
A yellowed letter back in this font.
Endless sorrow and farewell are permeated between the lines of this font.
At this moment, I thought of my sister-in-law in the twilight years who returned to the province to worship her ancestors and returned to Taiwan.
In this font, a parting message is written on a piece of rice paper.
Looking at the bright moon together, we should cry, and the hometown heart is the same in five places overnight.
Fourteen large ink-colored characters.
The inseparable affection of the family and the indissoluble nostalgia.
Fill up the shallow and endless strait of that bay long ago.
I strolled through the brightly lit alleys of Taipei. Today.
The tragedy of the separation of a nation has come to an end.
The opening up of cross-strait tourism has allowed blood and family to kiss and embrace.
In the vast continent, in the beautiful island, in the bright sunshine.
Like spring flowers, they bloom freely.
2. "Kaohsiung Seaside, a Tragic Story".
Every evening, rain or shine, he stood there.
Standing on the seaside of Kaohsiung with rolling waves.
Under the sunset, in the wind and rain, it stands at a fixed point.
Bright white hair, scattered like withered grass in the sunset and sea breeze.
Muddy old eyes, on the other side of the sea.
Here and there, the sky is vast and the sea is vast, but the sea and sky are faint.
Far away, far away, a sunset evening.
Here he walked off the huge **.
Say goodbye to your hometown, goodbye to your parents, and goodbye to the deep love of a peasant girl.
After that day, a shallow bay of the endless strait.
Cut off this side and that side.
Missing, missing, homesick, homesick, homesick, ......
It can only be seen in dreams.
In those years, this point, rain or shine, was there every day.
Occasionally, he was sick. Healed and then again.
People don't know his name, only that he came from not far away.
A veterans' home.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, on his body, the outermost part of his clothes.
He always wears a wide white vest.
On the back of the chest, there is a string of fist-sized ink characters written:
Hometown! Hometown! Hometown!
The ink is dipped in blood and tears, and the big characters are written with nostalgia.
It was the voice of his heart, his silent cry.
Thunder echoed between the boundless sea and the sky......
The tour guide told us the sad story he had heard.
As he spoke, I saw tears glistening in his eyes.
Because - he is a descendant of a veteran who came to Taiwan from the mainland.
Because his father had been to the world-shaking event.
The bloody battle of Taierzhuang, which built the Great Wall of flesh and blood of our great nation.
3. "Taipei Ximending, That Dessert Shop".
That year, on the night of the Lantern Festival, I was in Taipei, in Ximending.
Colorful and colorful red lanterns put Ximending.
Dressed up in a lively way.
I walked through the alleys and streets of Ximending.
The festive atmosphere tempted me to walk around the corner of the street.
A small but tasteful dessert shop.
The beautiful Taiwanese girl walked towards me with a smile.
That beautiful appearance, that graceful demeanor.
Like a Tang poem, like a Song song, like a spring breeze.
Alone, thousands of miles away to spend the festive season.
I asked for a Taiwanese Liuxi soup yuan. For a while.
The smiling Taiwanese girl brought one for me.
Steaming fine blue and white porcelain bowl.
In the dense heat, there are six large soup circles with a color like jade.
Six large rice balls are written in small red characters.
Wishing you a happy life.
Good auspicious and warm blessings.
On this festive night, thousands of miles away.
At this moment, I was moved.
Tears. Submit. I savored the six.
It is full of festive large soup circles.
Taste the indescribable sweetness sent by the Taiwanese little sister.
Farewell. Taiwan's little sister smiled and whispered, welcome to come again next time.
That bright smile made me see the spring in Taipei's winter.
2024-3-2 at Shuntong Garden, Jiulongpo District, Chongqing.
About author:Li Ligang is a native of Chongqing. Since the 80s of the last century, a number of various literary works have been published in various domestic print media and online media. He has won several essay awards.