<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Seasonal Notes on Tihu Hall Notes</title><link>https://tihu.github.io/tihuke/en/categories/seasonal-notes/</link><description>Recent content in Seasonal Notes on Tihu Hall Notes</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2026 00:23:31 +0800</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://tihu.github.io/tihuke/en/categories/seasonal-notes/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Co-Mother-in-Law</title><link>https://tihu.github.io/tihuke/en/posts/2026/2026-04-12-co-mother-in-law/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2026 00:23:31 +0800</pubDate><guid>https://tihu.github.io/tihuke/en/posts/2026/2026-04-12-co-mother-in-law/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Listen here → &lt;a href="https://suno.com/s/3na2CyHJ7gHb8KNz"&gt;“The Co-Mother-in-Law”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The co-mother-in-law from the village never comes to the city,&lt;br&gt;
she saw the New District by the sea-lake and stuck out her tongue in shock;&lt;br&gt;
how many souls can this hive of cast iron hold,&lt;br&gt;
those window-eyes, row after row, staring blankly at whom.\&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The co-mother-in-law from the city never comes to the village,&lt;br&gt;
she saw a little potato and squeezed her eyes shut tight;&lt;br&gt;
all this dirt-caked roughness, and you do not even dust it off,&lt;br&gt;
straight to the hearth it goes, buried whole, amen and all.\&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>