永念难消释，孤怀痛自嗟。
雨深秋寂莫，愁引病增加。
咽绝风前思，昏蒙眼上花。
空王应念我，穷子正迷家。
北京时间7月17日晚7点40.
personal
Why We Write
Jhumpa Lahiri says what I feel, but did not know how to express:
My parents’ refusal to let go or to belong fully to either place is at the heart of what I, in a less literal way, try to accomplish in writing. Born of my inability to belong, it is my refusal to let go.
I heard her read once in Cambridge. I’m so glad I went.
Family
The moment when you can see your grandparents’ features in your child’s face is amazing.
The human race endures.