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The Yanzhi River would never see the sea
neither would my father
Oftentimes, the river was lackadaisical
getting excited only after a storm
I once asked my father: Where will it reach?
He shook his head, and then pointed to the sky
I deliberated over his reaction for many years
Years later I returned from the sea
As I sat alone at the floodgates of the spillway
waves were chasing one another after the storm
In their crashing sounds I recalled
my father’s reaction
When he shook his head I was clueless
When I lifted my head in misty rain I saw him
waving hard to me from the riverbank