Plum blossom resonated with me-a poem of mine, about 20 lines.

The sight of plum blossoms is always in front of us.

Like the trembling strings of an ancient piano.

The strings touched my heartstrings lightly.

A photo that awakens childhood

Home in memory is infinitely warm.

Like a ship swaying in the wind, it is always moving forward.

Mother's call

Dad is drunk and snores.

And the lovely faces of the children next door

Home is a fresh courtyard.

Crisp cicadas never tire.

And the green fields.

There are mountains and blue sky in the distance.

The shepherd boy's flute is the most nostalgic.

Home is a lingering dream.

Childhood touched my heart.

Time flies like an arrow.

Move time forward forever

Moved by my hard work all my life.

Childhood, childhood,,,

You are an eternal day in my heart.

It's so charming, so gorgeous.

My heartstrings