One has both parents dead and his grandma is dead, and is alone. The other is only accompanied by his grandma. There is no sadism, no bloodshed, just a long and steady flow of love. The two are pushed together because of the baby relationship set by the previous generation, from being strangers to staying together, from being alone to a big family. As time goes by, people around us all have their own difficulties and their own ways of living. There are no earth-shattering events, just daily routines like weaving baskets, repairing machines, raising rabbits, going to the market, and giving birth to children. But this is how life goes, going round and round, and only if it is tightened will it not fall apart. The old locust tree at the entrance of the village was still there. I saw a man squatting under the tree weaving baskets, and a large family standing under the tree hanging lanterns.
The old locust tree has not moved, people have changed, and so have the days.
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This is a prose poem from the distant 1980s. The author uses a unique slow tone to lead readers to appreciate the long stream of water lost in the history of the years, the purest love and the simplest emotion of that era. Abandon the fast pace of modern life and find a moment of peace in the article. In the past, cars and horses were slow, letters were far away, and there was only enough time to love one person in a lifetime...
This is a prose poem from the distant 1980s. The author uses a unique slow tone to lead readers to appreciate the long stream of water lost in the history of the years, the purest love and the simplest emotion of that era. Abandon the fast pace of modern life and find a moment of peace in the article. In the past, cars and horses were slow, letters were far away, and there was only enough time to love one person in a lifetime...