A Microfiction based on a senior Hongkong citizen’s childhood story A small skinny child, I somehow found the strength to carry two good-sized baskets of scrap metal, each tied to one end of my bamboo pole seesawing on my right shoulder. Naturally, I was leaning right, which made it easier for me to look past my mother. She was leading the way down this narrow left-tilting muddy footpath to a small but growing market. She halted and sighed far too often, however. My baby sister was in her arms, unusually quiet. I could not help saying hello to my peers who were patiently trying to pass me by. Boys would have been totally naked, if not with their worn-out shorts on, like me. Girls were better covered, looking back to me like patchwork dolls, smiling faintly. Shoeless, boys and girls were leaving their deep footprints in the mud, one step at a time. Each and every one of us was holding on to something heavy. We were born with burden. I lost my baby sister on that market day. No one explained her death to me. It was 1959. Refugees overwhelmed Hongkong. — Lingyang Jiang
Your microfiction has so much in it. I feel I could relate myself to it. I wish no one had to live that kind of life any more. But unfortunately that's not the case.
Thank you for sharing your wonderful works. The microfiction
not only tells a story I can relate to, it also gave me an idea for a cosplay piece. I so hope "依然先晓是东方” will come true. It reminds me of the lyrics in the song "The Dawn Will Come":
Shadows fall And hope has fled Steel your heart The dawn will come
The night is long And the path is dark Look to the sky For one day soon The dawn will come The Shepard's lost And his home is far Keep to the stars The dawn will come The night is long And the path is dark Look to the sky For one day soon The dawn will come Bare your blade And raise it high Stand your ground The dawn will come The night is long And the path is dark Look to the sky For one day soon The dawn will come
One Day
A Microfiction based on a senior Hongkong citizen’s childhood story A small skinny child, I somehow found the strength to carry two good-sized baskets of scrap metal, each tied to one end of my bamboo pole seesawing on my right shoulder. Naturally, I was leaning right, which made it easier for me to look past my mother. She was leading the way down this narrow left-tilting muddy footpath to a small but growing market. She halted and sighed far too often, however. My baby sister was in her arms, unusually quiet. I could not help saying hello to my peers who were patiently trying to pass me by. Boys would have been totally naked, if not with their worn-out shorts on, like me. Girls were better covered, looking back to me like patchwork dolls, smiling faintly. Shoeless, boys and girls were leaving their deep footprints in the mud, one step at a time. Each and every one of us was holding on to something heavy. We were born with burden. I lost my baby sister on that market day. No one explained her death to me. It was 1959. Refugees overwhelmed Hongkong. — Lingyang JiangA very nice group of poems. I love the last two.
人海浮生沉欲海，心窗碎影满灵窗，青春换取一杯凉。
岁月同谁夸静好？栏杆各自拍悲凉，依然先晓是东方。
Your microfiction has so much in it. I feel I could relate myself to it. I wish no one had to live that kind of life any more. But unfortunately that's not the case.
it is.
But it's true I should have been more thoughtful. :)
Good night to you and your wife!
Have a great vacation!
and still so enjoyed them.
ruled over everything.
know the real life there.
refugees from China around the year of 1959.
not only tells a story I can relate to, it also gave me an idea for a cosplay piece. I so hope "依然先晓是东方” will come true. It reminds me of the lyrics in the song "The Dawn Will Come":
Shadows fall
The night is longAnd hope has fled
Steel your heart
The dawn will come
And the path is dark
Look to the sky
For one day soon
The dawn will come The Shepard's lost
And his home is far
Keep to the stars
The dawn will come The night is long
And the path is dark
Look to the sky
For one day soon
The dawn will come Bare your blade
And raise it high
Stand your ground
The dawn will come The night is long
And the path is dark
Look to the sky
For one day soon
The dawn will come
this wonderfully uplifting music video.
实地去过香港，很好的地方,我蛮喜欢，真正东西结合的地方！