Sunrise at the
by Ba Jin
In order to watch the
sunrise, I often get up very early, when it is still not completely
bright, and the surrounding is quiet except for the humming of the
The sky is in light blue, a
very pale color of blue. All of a sudden, a streak of red
cloud emerges at the edge of the sky and slowly grows and
brightens. Knowing that
the sun is about to rise from the horizon, I start to gaze at
Just as expected, shortly,
the sun starts reveal a small part of its face.
The View of my Father’s Back
It has been over two years since I last saw my father. It is the
his back that is most unforgettable to me.
That winter was a double tragedy for us as grandmother passed away
and father was dismissed from his position. I left Beijing for
Xuzhou to meet up with
father to go back home for the funeral. In Xuzhou, when I saw
father, and total mess of disorderly placed items in his yard,
memories of grandma came flooding back, and my tears poured down
out of control.
Father said, “ Things which happen cannot be changed. Don’t be so
sad. There is always a way out.”
Back home, by pawning and selling possessions, father paid off the
debts and borrowed more money for the funeral. Those were gloomy
days for the family, partly because of the funeral, and partly
because father was now unemployed.
After the funeral, father headed for Nanjing to seek work and