Don't let this man get shorter
Poet: Bayan Tusken
Father was shorter again
My time seems to be different from my father's
My time slowly allowed me to go farther and jump higher
His father's time allowed him to live shorter every day
For the first time, I found out that my father was old
It was the moment he put the heavy side of the desk and let me move it
At that moment, the man in my heart who stood tall in the sky was a little shorter
It was also at that moment that I found myself growing up for the first time
My father looked at the hill and asked me, "What trees should be planted in that field?"
I was in a trance and looked at the man in front of me
Obviously, it is still the man who worries because I don't learn the art
When to start, he has to ask my opinion when he makes a decision
Slow down! Slow down... Let's slow down
When I am happy for everything in my world
I always wonder if there is also everything in my father's world
Or rather, his everything had long since become his mother, sister, and me
Goodbye hometown
Autumn is a season of farewell
It is from the car window looking at the hometown
Season of quiet squinting
The first time I looked out the window
Father stood up straight
Mother had several white hairs in her dark hair
The sister held her mother's thigh
When I look out of the car window today
The father hunched over
Mother had several black hairs in her white hair
The sister held her mother's back
Autumn is a parting season
It's from my hometown looking out the window
Tiptoeing out of season
The thousandth and one stars
I accompanied my father to shoot the stars,
My father counted the stars with me.
I said counted a thousand,
But father said there were one thousand and one,
The brightest one is me.
I was so happy.
Father in the snow
Snow grains one by one,
Let the cold wind blow around,
Like a horse hiding in a ravine in his face,
Like a bird falling on the forest of his face,
The wind is blowing more and more coldly,
White clouds spat out from the cave in his face.
And two suns,
At the same time on his face,
Can't stand the blow of snow particles,
Covered the quilt tightly,
Only a slit remains.
And the light that flows from that gap,
In the cold winter illuminated my path,
Warmed my body.
Poet Profile
Bayan Tasken, currently studying Chinese Language and Literature at the School of Humanities of Guangzhou University, was born in 1999 in Altay City, Xinjiang, and is of Kazakh ethnicity. He has won the "Third Prize of the Third Guangdong Campus Literature Competition" and "The Literary Script Group of the National College Students Micro Film Competition - The Most Potential Award". A grain of dust longing to be brought back to its hometown by the wind...
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