To the memory of my grandma
I don’t want to say goodbye,
Because I will cry,
In a secret conner,
Where I can hide
When I was young
and eager to explore around,
When hometown is far-land and far-land becomes hometown,
I never think about choose,
just keep going on
If I could begin again,
I would not leave hometown again,
I want my grandkids’ chicken coop
Can see my tomb,
I know I am always home
Never leave one step
写于二零幺八年七月十一日
奶奶2003年去世,我在外地没能赶回,一直心有遗憾。上过坟一次后,家里的女孩子按家乡的风俗就不能再去上坟。奶奶的坟地偎依着家乡的河,我小时候经常去玩的地方。不远处是堂兄包的地,他们当时有一块地专门用来饲养鸡。让我感到些许的安慰。