Grandmother’s Paper-cutting Legacy
Prepared by Peter Lichang Kuo ( Chinese ) The sound of light spring rain can be heard outside the window, and in the blink of an eye, one-tenth of 2025 has passed. Every year during the Chinese Lunar New Year, I always think of my grandmother, because February is the month when she was beaten into disability by the police. I am writing this article to commemorate my grandmother, and I have also composed a poem as follows: Grandmother’s Little Scissors, The handle is chubby, the blade small, Cutting out characters, birds, beasts, insects, and fish, Cutting out the vastness of her life’s hardships. Grandmother’s Little Scissors, Carving through the blood and tears of the Kuo family, Suffering for righteousness, trampled and ravaged, Losing her husband, sons, and properties. Grandmother’s Little Scissors, Cannot sever the rampant corruption, Cannot stop the lingering sorrow, Cannot return the lost glory. Grandmother puts down her little scissors, Her frail ...
