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