How much do I want to help her wear a plain scarf that fits her pink and white neck in the winter when we meet again. Sitting facing each other with a distance of only half a meter, the rope that tied the brain nerves finally loosened, and ten years passed after thousands of twists and turns.
Yangcheng is a small town in the south of the Yangtze River that is neither south nor north. The tributaries of the canal run across the north and south of the town. Old houses with white walls covered with moss are built on both sides of the narrow river. Women squatting in twos and threes on the stone steps, knocking on their clothes, and old men sitting by the river holding a cigarette butt in one hand and preparing to make a move with the other. Streams of firewood smoke came out of the flue on the side of the house, slowly rising up from the new house construction site in the south of the city. The dust from the new airport in the north of the city slowly condensed into a circle in the sky above the small town.
Purpose: After I am in my twenties, I want to remember the youth of my existence again, and compose the funeral song of my youth for the people I still love deeply from the beginning to the present.