Three Books

Grandma lived on a bed and listened to her whole life with her ears. My mother walked a long way, walked back to where she came from, and never left again. My daughter got on the boat and crossed to the other side. When she looked back, the fog had already risen. Three generations, the same river. Some people sank at the bottom of the river, some were waiting on the shore, and some were paddling into the fog with their poles. ——What is written down is just the ripples on the water surface. Things at the bottom of the river are all in the "Three Books".