To Grandma

Grandma, did you ever know? The heel of the day

has reached the age when you left him then. If you could turn back time

That bamboo forest would come back to life. I took your linen-like hand

And go back to the time before the bamboo blossomed

The rocky spring would spit out the mud and rocks that had been in your chest for years

With a clear voice, I would talk to you who came with a small wooden bucket

I will talk to you incessantly

Grandma, I promise I won't talk too much anymore and touch

I promise not to talk too much and touch the things that you keep secret from each other. Later I learned that the year my grandfather died of starvation

The bamboo blossomed. The year my uncle drank dichlorvos and died in your arms

The bamboo blossomed again

The sky collapsed twice, but failed to crush the stone house deep in the bamboo forest

Under your guidance, the corn and yams on the land were more obedient than me.

The chickens and ducks were also kind, generous and obedient, and they were eager to lay eggs.

You can always turn the chaotic days into a hot twine ball

But disaster struck. Looking at the withered bamboo forest

Your head turns white overnight. In the twilight, you carried the thirsty barrel

Stumbling back to the stone house. You said, "It's time for you to go

You said you would be my grandmother again in the next generation

Grandma, I know that you followed the bamboo forest and the rock spring

You have gone to another world. There, the bamboo does not bloom.