Selected works of Li Fuping

The ancient tea-horse road in autumn in Sichuan/it was raining indecisively/a phone call, so I called/the weather forecast after the news broadcast said/it was clear in Wan Li, Yunnan/my mother described/when it was dark, there were too many birds singing beside the house/in the bamboo forest/mixed with the sound of the wind blowing through the paulownia leaves/before the sun broke through the ravine/going out to clean the ridge covered with thatched roots/for next spring. I can't afford to buy a steel mill/I'm going to feed the animals with a dull stone mill/My father is going out to drive away relatives/Now the sun is going down, and it's a little cold/Friday/My sister is expected to go home last week/two days later/My neighbor's son wants to eat wine, please help/So-and-so wants to be a college student/I want to invite someone to transport coal at home/These hidden details are full of my childhood memories/In short.

2. Mother's tears

I love my mother, and my blurred pupils have become dry stones in the wild grass. I miss my mother, thinking about it, and my sparse eyelashes have become the coat of my nose. My mother's tears, from my grandmother's maternity bed to my own maternity bed, never cold, from my mother's tears to the land where my son lives. I want my mom to be as young as my lover, go back to her belly, be more beautiful than every woman, love my mom, love my mom's footprints, love my mom's feelings for me, love the body I used to live in, and my mom's tragic voice.