Heartsongs

Wall-mounted ticking, echoed in the room. In ticking what, only sometimes wall clock knows your decision. This sound as always, non-stop, curl proudly circle around, like a limpid Yi Jing gentle waves of, impact eardrum, hear and feel it is difficult to catch. Destiny, gods go, take who also come. This world no absolute, everything

I ‘ve been here, and I’m very good (selected writers)

That day, when his foster father went to work in the field and passed a small bridge full of grass, he heard the baby crying, which was already very weak. He looked around, and as expected, he saw a baby who had just been born for a few days lying in the grass, already dying.