Text/Nanyang returns overseas Chinese

The winter of that year was cold

Father under the cold wind

Snow at the sky

One person quietly went out

I looked at his back

Ask him if he is looking for

He said with a smile

Children’s house

There are so many things

Study at home

Be serious

My father is back

The wool coat wearing on his body


Wear only a clipper on your body

Surly shivering

For a while

We later learned

He sold the ward fur coat

To pay us tuition fees

Just go home in a thin dress like this

All the way to resist the cold

This matter stays in my heart for a lifetime

Every time I think of it

I will cry

No strength to go

Wipe off the face


“Father’s Woodskin Coat”