God of Prostitution
In the early years of the Republic of China, a dashing figure emerged from the northeastern part of Gaomi. His surname was Wang, his given name was Bo, and his courtesy name was Jifan; later generations often referred to him as Mr. Jifan. My great-grandfather worked as a young apprentice in Mr. Jifan's household when he was fifteen years old. Therefore, many anecdotes about Mr. Jifan have been passed down in our family. My great-grandfather would tell us these anecdotes with great enthusiasm ...
God of Prostitution
In the early years of the Republic of China, a dashing figure emerged from the northeastern part of Gaomi. His surname was Wang, his given name was Bo, and his courtesy name was Jifan; later generations often referred to him as Mr. Jifan. My great-grandfather worked as a young apprentice in Mr. Jifan's household when he was fifteen years old. Therefore, many anecdotes about Mr. Jifan have been passed down in our family. My great-grandfather would tell us these anecdotes with great enthusiasm ...
Celebrating the New Year in my hometown
Decades ago, in our rural area, we didn't celebrate the Gregorian New Year. Back then, in our minds, only the Spring Festival was considered the New Year. This was partly due to poverty, as another festival meant another opportunity for luxury; but more importantly, it was a matter of mindset. The Spring Festival was closely linked to agricultural production. Its passing signified the end of winter and the approach of spring. And the arrival of spring marked the beginning of a new round of ag...
Celebrating the New Year in my hometown
Decades ago, in our rural area, we didn't celebrate the Gregorian New Year. Back then, in our minds, only the Spring Festival was considered the New Year. This was partly due to poverty, as another festival meant another opportunity for luxury; but more importantly, it was a matter of mindset. The Spring Festival was closely linked to agricultural production. Its passing signified the end of winter and the approach of spring. And the arrival of spring marked the beginning of a new round of ag...
My Dream
The first person to discover my literary talent was a tall teacher surnamed Zhang. He taught us Chinese and was our homeroom teacher. He had a lot of acne, big eyes, a long neck, and a fierce look. Whenever he glared at me, I felt like I needed to urinate. Once, while he was scolding me in class, I unknowingly urinated in the classroom. He was furious and yelled, "You naughty child, how could you urinate anywhere?" I cried and said, "Teacher, I didn't mean to." When I was about eight years ol...
My Dream
The first person to discover my literary talent was a tall teacher surnamed Zhang. He taught us Chinese and was our homeroom teacher. He had a lot of acne, big eyes, a long neck, and a fierce look. Whenever he glared at me, I felt like I needed to urinate. Once, while he was scolding me in class, I unknowingly urinated in the classroom. He was furious and yelled, "You naughty child, how could you urinate anywhere?" I cried and said, "Teacher, I didn't mean to." When I was about eight years ol...
Horse language
Like a large, bristly brush brushing across my face, it roused me from my slumber. A towering shadow loomed before me, like a thick, black wall. A familiar scent stirred my heart. I awoke with a start, the modern backdrop fading into the distance; the sun shone brightly, illuminating the withered, yellowed earthen wall from over thirty years ago. The withered grass rustled atop the wall, where a rooster with brilliant plumage stood, crowing loudly; in front of the wall lay a crumbling haystac...
Horse language
Like a large, bristly brush brushing across my face, it roused me from my slumber. A towering shadow loomed before me, like a thick, black wall. A familiar scent stirred my heart. I awoke with a start, the modern backdrop fading into the distance; the sun shone brightly, illuminating the withered, yellowed earthen wall from over thirty years ago. The withered grass rustled atop the wall, where a rooster with brilliant plumage stood, crowing loudly; in front of the wall lay a crumbling haystac...
About a tree
Ah Hong, it's been a long time. This spring, I kept thinking of a tree. There's a forest on a mountaintop outside the town. There are no fields or houses in the forest, only a few paths covered in fallen leaves and lush pines and cypresses stretching towards the county town. That tree grows on the edge of the forest, thick and tall, but crooked, like a hunched old man gazing into the distance. In front of it, there are no more trees, only a vast, rocky area covered with wildflowers and weeds....
About a tree
Ah Hong, it's been a long time. This spring, I kept thinking of a tree. There's a forest on a mountaintop outside the town. There are no fields or houses in the forest, only a few paths covered in fallen leaves and lush pines and cypresses stretching towards the county town. That tree grows on the edge of the forest, thick and tall, but crooked, like a hunched old man gazing into the distance. In front of it, there are no more trees, only a vast, rocky area covered with wildflowers and weeds....
