My aunt—dry tears, coming out of her left eye, and a lifetime of hardships and sufferings

My aunt

My aunt stood in a flock of chickens and ducks with her hair disheveled

Feeding them

I heard my sister and I shouting at her voice

She looked up in the direction where the sound was coming from

My aunt was older, much older than her sister and my mother

My aunt's back was also hunched

My right eye was also blind

I heard that it was blind

Blind in hard and toilous days

My aunt stood in a muddy corridor

With thin, jet-black hands covered with calluses

Shiveringly grabbing grain from a black, muddy bucket

Sprinkle in a mud-covered chicken and duck feeding bowl

Chickens and ducks eat happily at the feet of their old, stupid aunts

My sister's eyes filled with tears, and I forced myself to hold back the tears

My aunt's dry tears came out of her left eye

Out of one eye came all the hardships and sufferings of her life

When my aunt heard that me and my sister needed to leave right away

She said a little reproachfully: Then what are you going to do

I looked back all the way

In the blurred vision of tearful eyes

The figure of the aunt, the toiling and hardship like the aunt

Sprinkle the remote landscapes of your hometown

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