Text: Chen Zujie
Pictured: Vulgar photography
My mother's nagging was the most precious treasure of my life
In my life
Treasures her mother's greatest hobby, nagging
I don't understand when I'm bare-ass
The naughty mischievous
Take a bamboo pole with your friends to pound the honeycomb
Fish in the ditch scratched their feet
I also used to light the wheat straw of the neighbor's house
Mother's persuasion
I went in from my left ear and escaped from my right ear in an instant
To remember is not to fall into my heart
Grow up
I dimly knew the reason for my mother's nagging
However, there was still a reluctant knot in my heart
The horseshoe that flashed inside the body was still wild
The year I graduated from junior high school
Playmates who spend their days and nights together are all informed
The notice left me out
Mother seemed to have forgotten to nag that day
I sat alone in the cottage at night
The moon was round but there was no light breaking through the window to see me
The summer worm's voice was exceptionally sharp
The footsteps of the wind rattled
It seems to be deliberately mocking
The light of the kerosene lamp slowly faded away
The light in my heart suddenly lit
now
I read all of my mother's nagging
It was the most precious treasure of my life
When darkness envelops me
I could always find the key in my mother's nagging
But now I want to listen to my mother's nagging
Only in dreams
Eyes in the cracks
The world is crisscrossed with cracks
Eyes were crowded in the cracks
Each has the same feelings
The seams are narrow
Hair needs to be sideways
No pass is required for wind and rain
The spider that dwells on the top of the gap is the clearest to see
Moved the heart of compassion
Try your mood repeatedly
Slim silk thread
How can you bear the weight of the flesh?
An inch of distance in exchange for ten miles of pain
The soul that came out of the cracks
Must have practiced the skills of a gecko
Falling meant nothing to him
It's like the past and present lives of fallen leaves
Waiting eyes
When you get enough darkness
You will be born again in the desolate statement