Four Treasures of the Sky

by Jenny Tinghui Zhang

You play like you are the music. You make it sound like it is alive.

Your intentions were good, she said, but your actions betrayed you. From now on, Daiyu, you must learn that the two cannot ever be separate. No matter what your intentions may be, you also must think of your actions and act from a place of truth. Relying on just one does not make you a good person.

It starts in the belly, a deep longing that travels through my entire body. It is a rock that cannot be moved, a sun that sets for the last time, a wind that will never stop howling. I miss them. I love them. I did not have enough time with them.