Why, after so many years
A kind of longing, always lingering, looming
And mother’s call, the smoke, the weeping willow
Roosters crow, dogs bark, and purple swallows under the eaves
Memory is bonded deep in the soul
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Small villa with gentle wind and bright scenery, carved beams and painted buildings< /p>
The windows are bright and clean, walking into my hometown, some old scenery
From the sky above the village, escaping into the dusk
Stored in the passing years, floating in the memory Fragrance
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Go into my hometown and taste the fragrance of flowers
Abandon a trace of desolation and embrace the warm sunshine
The path is no longer muddy , in the embrace of my hometown
Gently call a kind name
Light a round of incense and taste a cup of mellow old wine
Just to commemorate that love , that thought
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Walking into my hometown, I saw willows and flying flowers again
Smoke from cooking stoves and the sound of motors
In my memory The wheat field is a thing of the past
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