Hometown that I can't go back to —— Modern Poetry

I can drive back to where I was born.

Old people are looking forward to it.

Children stood on both sides of the street to welcome them.

This land is still the land at that time.

This river is still the river at that time.

And people are not the same people.

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Some people died.

Some are far away.

Some people look at my heavy footsteps.

Do not know each other

It's like I saw a child.

Familiar faces are anonymous.

I came home.

My parents are still telling me about the village.

XXX is married.

Who, who, who gave birth to a child.

Who else died?

I listened and sighed.

Want to hold their hands

But I can't mention it.

I can't go back to my hometown.

Memories that can't be returned

Childhood playmates

Even if we meet, we can't talk more.

A different story.

Different experiences

Those greetings in my heart

You can't even mention it

I am used to being in my hometown.

Drink two glasses of wine in the evening

I stood outside the door after drinking.

Look at the countryside and rivers.

Until the sun goes down

Until the moon rises

The water in my hometown is no longer clear.

People in my hometown are no longer familiar with it.

Only the stars in my hometown

Still so dense

They watched me leave.

They are waiting for me to come back.

But they are far away.

I can't go back after all!