We left too much emotion in our hometown. The mountains, water and taste of my hometown are deeply left in our memory. Wherever we go, we will think of everything in our hometown.
You repeated the name of my old home over and over again, and I drank my raised glass bit by bit. You said you saw my tears overflow the jar of time. I said that my heart is full of the Loess Plateau.
That night, I put the moonlight from my hometown into my wine lamp again. I swallowed the memories of youth one by one while rambling, and I dragged my thoughts to my hometown.
The wind outside the window stumbled and staggered from my hometown. With my mother's entrustment and the dust of my hometown, it awakened the roses in front of the window and moistened my wrinkled eyes.
The hand holding the cup is a little shaky. I hear the wind calling my name over and over again. It traveled thousands of miles just to let me hear my mother calling me.