The heavy rain washed the old locust trees into an inky color. Carpenter Zhang squatted on the raised knot at the root of the tree, and his fingertips touched an old scratch under the bark. It was the word "LAN" carved by my wife Yulan with sewing scissors ten years ago. Now the scar is surrounded by twisted scabs, like a coiled centipede.
Intention: Wandering, hometown, parting