Sunday, February 19, 2017

Hometown Poem

















Missing the spring of my hometown

the land becomes a sea of blossoming rape plants

flowers are filled in the air

the children play in the flowers

distant smoke rises

the old man shouts the child to go home for dinner


Time is slowing down

when the night fall 

it’s the most relaxing time in the day

People watch the night sky

and chat together

grandma told us about the ancient legend





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