The Eve of Chinese New Year
Fountain Pen Drawing 2016.12.31.
The night is the same but the mood is not. It’s an effort to fall asleep but the falling and rising noises of firecrackers keep dragging slept souls back to the ward.
Will the family come to tomorrow’s visitation? Or the priority is given to the cross-year holidays over us? Sigh! Those without relatives don’t even deserve to hope.
On next day. Some return to wards with full smiles on their facies and foods from family, whereas others go to bed empty-handed after a whole day’s waiting. It may not occur to them that their families try to make it but are stuck with the cars in Hsueshan Tunnel. When I tell someone’s father “It’s too late and the visitation hall is to be closed,” he has tears filling his eyes.
Fountain Pen Drawing 2016.12.31.
The night is the same but the mood is not. It’s an effort to fall asleep but the falling and rising noises of firecrackers keep dragging slept souls back to the ward.
Will the family come to tomorrow’s visitation? Or the priority is given to the cross-year holidays over us? Sigh! Those without relatives don’t even deserve to hope.
On next day. Some return to wards with full smiles on their facies and foods from family, whereas others go to bed empty-handed after a whole day’s waiting. It may not occur to them that their families try to make it but are stuck with the cars in Hsueshan Tunnel. When I tell someone’s father “It’s too late and the visitation hall is to be closed,” he has tears filling his eyes.
同樣的夜，不同的心情，好不容易才剛入睡，此起佊落的煙火炸裂聲，又硬生生將遊入夢境的魂給拖了回來⋯⋯
明天的假日接見，家人會來嗎⋯⋯
還是都去跨年度假，把咱們都給忘了⋯⋯
唉！沒親人了，連盼都沒得盼⋯⋯
隔天，有些人帶著滿臉的笑容，提著會客菜回房⋯⋯
而有些人，盼了一天，再次抱著失望入睡⋯⋯
他們或許不知道，家人是來了，卻塞在雪隧的車陣裡⋯⋯
當我跟某人的老爸爸說：「歐吉桑，太晚了，會客室都下班了。」時⋯⋯
老人家的淚在眼裡打轉⋯⋯
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