New Year’s Day Journey Back to My Hometown (Reflections)
New Year's Day, wandering home to my hometown, vast wild fields in winter and spring.
Once a field of hope, now desolate hills and abandoned fields.
Sparse white grass encroaches on the ancient path, solitary eagles soar across the wild expanse.
Longing for childhood memories of dates, I especially cherished the deep pool and the small stream nearby.
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