Chapter 5 Fives

In my reading the drizzle is dense and denser become the moonlight The misery in the book exudes the breath of the new land, Growth delayed by thinking—if There was a mistake and that was the only mistake Take a few puffs of shisha, put on your grandfather's coat, and go To correct the prejudice against city people on the grandmother's sickbed, Advise her to let go of her hand and not to hold on to her father's marriage; Persuading the mother by the river to go back to that poor student, Might as well give birth to me, twenty years later, Even if the sky falls, I will bear it first.To know

We're still an unbreakable family, we're still An ancient moon, no matter what hangs in the corner of the book at this moment, Or by the canal, it is enough to illuminate our life Put a lamp in my grandfather's grave, because I have Get into the habit of reading before going to bed.I am with you tonight, Discuss the potential dangers of this home, our point of view, agree When I woke up in the morning, my grandfather was still asleep. The ancient moon, in his even snoring slowly drift away In the dead of night, I try to speak in a lower voice, But they were always higher than I expected, with black

Huge wings, crashing against my half-closed window, Tell you, the dark is not a good excuse, the family may fly Neither is the child who walks, and you are in the dark when you go out the door. Whether you go home, or go to a brighter place, You'll all walk in black cotton fields, you'll all Walk in the hometown of dark clouds.Ridges, already in cotton drifting away in the ocean, you can only walk in a slow in the direction of slow disappearance.Out the door and you're in the dark. Why are you so stubborn?In the night, avoiding ethics and Gossip, you come to me in a place without

Beat where you want.pat off the coat on the dark Dust, make love with me on the straw mat, panic you Always yelling names.Out the door and you're in the dark. We know our sins, and we cannot walk in darkness Illuminated by the moonlight.We all feel God's The bounds of mercy, he pities the less fortunate.so you Appeared in the dark, looking here and there, but never stay on the road for a long time.But outside the door you are in darkness. No one can convince you, except your ignorant child son.You're going to pull your little angel into a man, let him Read a book, and then discuss with him this past absurdity

things.Darkness is in your eyes late at night, I try Said in a lower voice, you are in the dark when you go out the door. Sunny and sunny, this season There is nothing. this season is just A metaphor for another season; my death, likened to Your eternal love. weird farmer, All it takes is farming, Plant here for a year, planted there for a year, Planted in the world for a year, Paradise planted for a year. Look, his own land has been barren for a long time Tired all year round, this farmer There is nothing. this farmer is just Another Farmer's Parable; my love, like The grave that flies to you.