Wang Chuan（一）

Loess plateau.
Entangled with snow north, passing Gully sill, swing, scream.
Suona Sheng, the line of the white shadow and difficult to walk the edge of the field in the winding, wind tearful, dead branches on the Jackdaws hear the grief.
Running in front, a few strong figure, carrying a red coffin Phi, stopped in the field, yelling, slowly into the already dug graves.
People with children in uniform behind the knees, wailed and let enterohepatic children, inch by inch of breaking.
Snow, the sound of firecrackers, the white paper money, such as flying a lot of aloe wind, large and small sharp burning wreath, Hui Fei, Ashes to Ashes.
Just an instant kung fu, the dead man had been hidden children into the loess, leaving only a black and white photos enlarged by a handful of loess, a smile, from serene.
Barren land, snow white quietly, a swelling of both eyes, only loss was to see the north wind and fire, scattered west of the World, after a long term, both before and after death the vast.
Howling north wind swept away the mourners, there is only one she still kneeling on the grave, looking at photos of people on the child silently weeping.
The father and mother have died away all her rely on.
______ She is my little daughter.
I love and affection and my little daughter has the same smile, and she also has big eyes like Niangqin, as long as a sad eyes to his mouth fog.
She looked thin and helpless, I could not help but shed tears, tears of two lines of the cold.
Sudden stroke walk away with my life, let me say goodbye to her too late, already ...... Ghost Different Ways
Now, my body lie on the ground, the soul is free on the ground. Wind blows, I ride on the wind, and surveyed the desolate Loess Plateau have been dying and my fate, there is a familiar intimacy of the heart and rise to the eyes to become more vivid and simple, so that the age and the upper floor ......
A group of strangers bickering over the dead in the ground, why do not curse my soul to the coffin inside the report, each body shape distortions, weak and powerless.
I am not in the mood to see them one, still as alive as its own way forward, refusing to face the dark and damp walls, but no hope of floating in the grave.
I still want to see my poor daughter, still want to go looking for that all have disappeared, including some temperature and pain.