My Picture: Taken today on my Christmas Walk…

On this Christmas Day,
I walked in Lesau Park.
And read Wang Wei and Sun Di.
The mist along the river fixed
it lazy gaze, on the old fishermen
from the old places.

I talked with a couple,
who offered Baijiu and sweet potatoes.
We talked about the drowning soul,
and how the weeping willow
tree still bears witness.

As I crossed the river,
I saw a veiled mist
encroaching with sadness once again.
And who would choose not to inquire,
to see the grief for one more time.

So half coming back,
I hurried home.
To a sigh and an echo passing by.