remember

Eighteen years ago in the spring, it was my third year as a graduate student. I had finished writing my graduation thesis and was in a state of doing nothing. At that time, the SARS epidemic was serious, schools were closed, and people were not allowed to go out. When I was bored, I don’t know who suggested that seven or eight of us sneak out of the school gate in the middle of the night and wander aimlessly. We walked to the East Lake and met a man fishing at night. I watched for a while and talked to him Chat a few words. At that time, other things were blurred, only this thing has been clearly imprinted in my mind, and I think of it from time to time. Poetry to remember.

Deeper road, still water Tongtong,

A chance encounter with a fisherman in East Lake.

May I ask how much you get here?

Silent smile shows the fish cage.