Yakun Night Reading 丨 Watchman (Sound Poem)

Kids are like the wind

Run over and jump over

More playful than red dragonflies

Lighter than a flower butterfly

Around the bamboo hedge, along the field moat, along the crooked stream...

Like stubble after crop

Attached to this land

Their little loneliness and grievances

I can't escape the eyes of my parents

Because love is a deeply buried root system

But season after season

The crops all went home in their baskets

Red dragonflies are still flying in style

The flower butterflies still dance lightly

Oh the wind-chasing child

But it became a migratory bird with full wings

Only Chinese New Year's Eve

Towards home

Hurrying to migrate

Who knows

Where the hearts of parents are lost

Since when?

In a thick thought

They silently watched over the fields of their hometown

The pair of scarecrows who never complain