Text/Menba Yajun
late at night
Father carried the darkness back
With cold winds
The coughing sound is from far to near
Dilapidated rickshaw
Squeaky
Tough breathing
It tells the bleakness of the evening scene
The door, just opened half open
Kerosene
Frightened by the cold wind of the raid
Mother
Hurriedly brought out the meal that had been heated several times
Although only cabbage turnips
Father still brought out a big white pot of old white dry
More than just driving away the wind chill and relieving fatigue
Many children famine, discrimination around
Grumpy temper
Often suppressed with alcohol
The trance of the kerosene lamp
Father's wrinkles have deepened visibly
Deep as an underground river
Tenacity and grievances blend together
I saw the ground
Or "calm wind and waves"
Years later I started a family
Only finally
Read it
Tobacco and alcohol are the taste of fathers
2020.10.23Th night work returns!
