All the willow branches planted in the grave have sprouted, okay?

Dense growth on graves in the wilderness

Listen to my father.

These are two funeral sticks for the dutiful son.

Willow that germinated and grew later.

A year in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression

The old man's two sons

They all died for their country on the battlefield.

I watched them from a distance.

Kneel down.

Cry in the wind and rain

Their father is lying in the coffin.

The heart is awake in the world.

Maybe it's their offspring.

Will you come to sacrifice on holidays?

Two trees

Just stay with my father.

slow

Their roots extend into the thick soil.

mild

Push open the door where my father is sleeping.