Dense growth on graves in the wilderness
Listen to my father.
These are two funeral sticks for the dutiful son.
Willow that germinated and grew later.
A year in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression
The old man's two sons
They all died for their country on the battlefield.
I watched them from a distance.
Kneel down.
Cry in the wind and rain
Their father is lying in the coffin.
The heart is awake in the world.
Maybe it's their offspring.
Will you come to sacrifice on holidays?
Two trees
Just stay with my father.
slow
Their roots extend into the thick soil.
mild
Push open the door where my father is sleeping.