Memories

He lived into the old house glancing familiar objects people still have old Chen was also the father or mother of the frame so young and just mother’s smile disappeared elderly father jealously guarding this old house can emit small color TV to find shade I see the shadow of the baby when my son already higher than the top of my head I can only recall active figure in the table littered with the son to see his father’s newspaper I have to spend a computer for news of my father to go out alone in each room sporadic grass after wandering to his father to see the books are still overflow garden flowers fragrant green houses also show their homes in the past I have neglected my wife and children have their own building my study shine bright sun