Category: Poems
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Some poems in my father’s memory
Author: Yan The earliest memory of a poem, my father said, is a nursery rhyme his mother hummed to him, which she remembered from her childhood. 大雪纷纷飞，小鸟吱吱喳 (Snow is falling and falling, little birds are chirping and chirping) To little children, birds are chirping because of the excitement snow brings to a small town that…