东指山 Original

The eastern finger of the mountain, is piled up by houses, men on motorcycles take women down from the eastern finger of the mountain, women with long hair, passing us by the opportunity to whip our faces, we curse behind, at home, we jump around, pointing to and fro, I pointed to the Far East to the peak of the mountain, and there was a man drying his food not far away. Ah San saw that he was hungry. He went downstairs and opened his mouth downstairs. I threw food into her mouth. She kept catching it with her mouth. I pulled the stairs away, taking Ah San on a motorcycle to the East Point Mountain, the old houses on the roadside, and occasionally jumping out of chickens and ducks, I said look at my skills, or they will be crushed to pieces, Ah San said yes, yes, we came to a huge auditorium and saw the light on the ground, the light was so sad and difficult to move, as if memories had been awakened, as if this was home, there were people playing, everyone sat waiting to eat, open their mouths. Dongzhishan, is piled up with houses, there is no way to reach the top of the mountain, go straight ahead, the road is their own body.