gap

In memory, the crack in the wall is deeper than a river

rivers are deeper than valleys

Of all the crevices, the deepest is the wound

My mother's hair ball and my workbook are tucked in the wall

Mother said, old man's hair and student's writing paper

Can block the hardest wind

The river ditch of my hometown, cheering for a bare-ass doll

The yellow mud at the bottom of the river, like a mother's call

Soft and warm

Above the ditch, the valley is the remnant of the mountain building movement

Northwest plateau, like a huge hairy belly

All beings are wriggling in the folds

Early spring, rash buds, extinguished in the spring cold

His naive ideal was extinguished by a stain on his father's generation

Youth, a deep wound was opened