It's early, and it's still dark outside.

I sat by the window with a cup of coffee in my hand.

I'm used to things in the morning

Has become the object of my concern at the moment.

I saw a boy and his companion,

Go along the road,

Deliver newspapers.

They are wearing hats and sweaters.

-One of them was carrying a backpack,

These two boys, they are very silent,

But I'm happy.

I think they will if possible.

Work together and support each other.

It's early morning,

They are working together to finish it.

Slowly, they approached me.

Although the dim moonlight still shines on the water,

The sky is full of bursts of dawn.

The beauty of this moment is that,

Death, thank you sir, even love.

Can't compare with it.

A feeling of joy. Always inadvertently.

Come to earth. There is no doubt that it is beyond

Talk about it any morning.

2. belated footage

Even so, you have learned a lesson from this life.

Did you get what you wanted?

I see.

Then what do you pursue?

Call someone who loves you and feel it.

Love yourself on earth.

3. The best time

A cool summer night,

The window is open,

Bright lights,

The fruit lies in the bowl, your head rests on my shoulder,

This is the best moment of the day.

Arrive after early morning.

Sure, this is lunch.

The coming moment,

It's afternoon.

And at night.

But what I really like is

But these summer nights.

I think, even more than.

Other time periods.

This work has come to an end;

At this moment, no one can influence us,

Never.

4, fish drift

In winter, we-my father, Swedish.

Mr Lin Gelun and I-near Washington.

On the Columbia River in Fantke.

Fishing for salmon; They use crank reels,

Pencil-long lead pendant, red, yellow or brown.

Fly bait with larvae.

They want to go far away and put it there.

The fish was caught in the net at the end of the turbulence.

I am on the shore, holding a fishing rod made of feather floats and rattan.

In order to keep the larvae alive and warm, my father

Put them under your lower lip. Mr. Lin Gelun doesn't drink,

Once, I loved him more than my father.

He allowed me to drive his car and made fun of it.

My name is Julie, and I told you.

One day, I will grow into a handsome young man, remember?

All this, going fishing with my own son.

But my father did the right thing. (Explain or correct what I just said) I mean

He kept silent and observed the changes on the water.

Turn your tongue behind the bait, as if thinking about something.

5.cobwebs

I walked into the house a few minutes ago.

Terrace. From there, I can see and hear traces of water.

And everything that has happened to me over the years.

Sultry and silent. The tide receded,

I can't hear the birds singing. I leaned against the railing,

I touched a spider web on my forehead,

It fell into my hair. No one can blame me

Into a spider's territory. There is no wind. sea

There was a dead silence. I removed the spider web from the lampshade;

Sometimes, when my breath touches it,

I'll see it trembling there.

Body. Fine lines, intricate.

Soon, before everyone understood,

I'll move out of here.

6. This morning

This morning is unusual. A light snow

Has not melted on the earth. The sun is floating.

Under the clear blue sky. The sea surface is visible to the naked eye.

Extreme blue and turquoise.

It was almost calm. Quiet. I get dressed,

Go out for a walk-before I receive the necessities of nature

I decided not to return the gift before giving it to me.

I walked past some old trees that were not tall and straight.

Through a field full of stones,

It is covered with thick ice and snow. Go straight,

Until the end of the cliff.

There, I stared at the sea, the sky, and

Hovering on a low white sand beach.

Seagulls and birds, it's all so charming. Bathed in

In the cold sunshine. However, as usual,

I began to wander in my thoughts. I have to control myself,

So I can see what I want to see,

Nothing else. I had to tell myself,

What does it matter? This has nothing to do with ... I looked at it carefully,

There is always a minute or two! ) In this one or two minutes,

I gave up the question of right and wrong that bothered me-responsibility,

Fragile memories, thoughts about death, what should I do?

Relationship with ex-wife. All this,

The living environment I have to face every day, those

What I've been rough about to survive,

I hope everything will go away this morning.

For a minute or two, I forgot myself,

And everything else. I know I did it,

Because when I came back, "I" didn't know.

Where am I? Until a few birds

Rising from the weather-beaten trees,

Fly in the direction I want to go.

7. October photo of my father when he was twenty-two. In this damp and strange kitchen, I looked at my father's introverted young face. He grinned shyly, holding a bunch of stinging yellow bass in one hand and a bottle of Casbad beer in the other. Wearing jeans and a denim shirt, he leaned against the front fender of a Ford made in 1934. He wanted to show off his bravado and be happy for his descendants, and put his old hat on his ear. My father wanted to be brave all his life. But his eyes exposed him, and his hands held the string of dead bass and the bottle of beer feebly. Father, I love you, but how can I say thank you? I can't drink moderately and I don't know where to go fishing.