Haunting Memories of Hometown
My old home
My old home is in the countryside
Generations of ancestors have rooted here
Countless local dialects
An irreplaceable root
Endless stories
Those who can't let go
Childhood
Leaving is my lifelong yearning
Growing up
Returning to my old home is the scenery in my dreams
The farmer's family doesn't waste time
Dirty and humbled to earn money
Here
I've shed countless tears of my mother's sweat
How many children have left to pursue their dreams
It's all down to working from the soil with our faces turned to the east
A bamboo pole built into a warehouse
Could farm a garden and build a sheep pen
The scene of harvesting crops
It holds countless childhood memories
Spookies beneath the straw mat
Eggs exchanged for sweets or money
The old locust tree in front of the door
Witnessed the growth and transformation of countless people
The shade of the tree in the summer
Heard countless family stories and casual conversations
The old mud-brick courtyard
How many years no one has lived in it
Every time I come back, I stop to take a look
Seeing it brings back memories of the past
It feels like a distant relative is still beside me
This is the legacy built by the older generation through hard work
This is my childhood paradise
Here, my dear grandparents also lived
Stories around the kang are classics
There are eight immortals crossing the sea and Mencius moving three times
The red cabinet holds not just the sweat money earned, but also milk powder and hawthorn slices
Around the stove
It has revealed the smoke of countless farmer families
Inside the cupboard
It holds the changes in generations
Childhood, leaving was my daily yearning
Growing up, returning to my old home became the perfect circle in my dreams
It's not that my old home is better, it's just that I have my old home
Unforgettable memories and unyielding emotions
March 13, 2020
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