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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