A child named Niuniu is going home

From now on the world will remember your name

Every drop of rain is a teardrop

Dad has been waiting for you here every day from now on

From spring to summer, from tonight to whitehead

Is Niuniu a school girl?

Is she independent and funny?

Does she like to sing or draw

Is she wearing a school uniform or a floral skirt?

Dad came from far away

Dad remembers that today is the first seven

The soul of the seventh day is going home

Dad is afraid that you will be hungry on the road

Dad's own lunch box in the car basket

Niuniu's lunch box hangs on the handlebar

Niuniu's lunch box is so full

hang so securely

You're full, full, and go to your next life

don't look back

you don't recognize dad

Don't worry about dad leaving

You can be as light as a swallow without seeing your father

You panic, despair and suffocate

leave it all

Let dad carry this heavy weight

that man sits there

How long is he going to sit?

One side of the express cardboard box is placed under him

On the other side is written a reunion that will never be missed again

I'm trying to finish this sentence

But I can't remember

How strong or how soft do we have to be

to read the father's heart

niu daddy still think

take you home

I wish there was a statue at the entrance of the subway

engrave the nameless father

Don't stand tall like a bomber

Do not engrave any official rhetoric on the base

Just bow your head

man in raincoat

humble, stubborn, speechless

Simple and fragile like cardboard on the ground

like a long outdated bike older than an electric car

Like the bamboo pole holding the cardboard

Do your best to support

Niuniu, did you see what Dad wrote?

I know the local dialect in Henan calls a girl a chick

I know some girls are not welcome

The legend of the exotic Olympics

But I also know that there are a lot of Niu Niu with such a father.

He can't afford a bouquet of flowers

But he brought food for Niu Niu

He lays out flowers like the mourners

put yourself on the ground

I have to wait for Niu to come over to get food.

He can't speak the rhetoric of a professor at Peking University

Dad has the money to buy you a US account

he sits there alone

like a stone left after a torrent

You cover the sight of flowers with baffles

But how can you block Niuniu's father?

he sits there

Grief is like air connecting life and death

From now on, when I think of Zhengzhou, I will think of this father.

From now on, I will never forget that the subway took Niuniu away

From now on, the heavy rain is a farewell

Witness the waiting of angels here from now on

From spring to summer, from tonight to whitehead

Ai Xiaoming wrote late at night on July 26, 2021