Prose poem written by father Xu Fei<br>The crops were not harvested in 1984<br>My daughter slept so sweet in my arms<br>There's no time to go to the open-air movie tonight<br>My wife reminded me to repair the pedal of the sewing machine<br>Tomorrow I'm going to my neighbor's house to borrow some more money<br>The child has been crying all day for biscuits<br>Blue T-shirt pierces my heart with pain<br>Squatted on the edge of the pond and punched himself twice<br>This is my father<br>The words in the diary<br>This is his youth<br>Prose poems left behind<br>Decades later, I watched tears flow<br>But my father is as old as a shadow<br>1994<br>The crops have already been harvested<br>My old mother left last year<br>My daughter ran into the campus in a ponytail<br>But she's been a little lonely lately, and she's lost a lot of weight<br>Think about the future<br>I've become a pile of old paper money<br>My daughter would have been amazing<br>A man who loves her wants to marry her home<br>But I couldn't bear to look at her<br>This is my father<br>The words in the diary<br>It's his life<br>Prose poems left behind<br>Decades later<br>I watched tears flow<br>But my father is as old as an old newspaper<br>Old newspaper<br>The story above is a lifetime<br>
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