Writing modern poems in my hometown

Modern poems written in my hometown are as follows:

hometown

I dare not touch these two words.

I am more afraid of the expectant eyes behind these two words.

How many times have I woken up from a deep sleep and burst into tears?

How many times have you wetted the pillow towel?

When I see white clouds, I think of the smoke in my hometown.

Seeing the rain reminds me of the pond weir in my hometown.

I imagine the left-behind children in my hometown, just waiting

The scene of kimchi eating rice.

I imagined the villagers being pulled by cows to farm.

Care so much for my hometown.

I constantly subvert my parents' cognition and feelings with my dreams.

From the once rebellious sinner to the pride of today's ancestral hall

I spent half my life working hard.

Eight thousand miles of clouds and moons have nothing to do with fame and fortune before and after death.

Local accents and rhymes, or the constant warmth of vagrants

Modern Poetry of Homesickness 1

Miss a wanderer

Miss the mountains in my hometown

The mountains in my hometown are very green.

Miss the water in my hometown

The water in my hometown is so green.

Miss the clouds in my hometown

The clouds in my hometown are so light.

People who miss their hometown

People in my hometown are so close.

Missing a wanderer

Day after day.

I hope that people and green mountains and green waters will last for a long time.

One day * * * meet again.

hometown

Under the pale sky

Withered pear petals

Fall on both sides of the stream

A towering mountain peak

Echoed with silence

Pebbles on country roads

It contains the freshness of tomorrow morning.

at dusk

Stumbling figure

Dragged by the sunset

In that playful childhood

I had a tender dream.

Fly with good wishes

at present

That ancient hometown

By the dust of the years

Hide in the dark

Began to dissipate quietly