Father’s Words
About a single-plank bridge
Feel the path with your foot
Don’t look down
Not at the menacing chasm
or the narrow bridge
Focus your gaze on the other end
After the first step
don’t ever look back
About the long march
Some would run
Some would drive, a Porsche even
I don’t know whether they’d get there
Just get your ration ready
and march on
step by step
About work
When the roof leaked
I was enlightened by the bucket
Be it pain or gain
it’s already half full
and still half empty
Translated from 父亲的话