Hechen | A Home That Never Was
A Home That Never Was
A tiny white Pomeranian named Doudin
Wags its tail and whimpers softly
Long-forgotten, magnified memories Of a distant past
Dry, hazy late autumn
Persimmons are orange-red, the golden rain tree is earth-yellow
Duling stands solemnly in the withered wheat fields after harvest
The crisp north
In the rosy mist of sunset
Some retrospective scenes
Magnified cliffs of time Light and shadow reappear
The clear river remains the same