Homesickness is my father's old straw hat and the winding path for my father to go back and forth to work; Homesickness is the call of the child printed by the mother in front of the old house, and it is a green vegetable in the vegetable garden.
What I miss is that Liu Bo took the hemp rope and the buffalo to the field; Homesickness is five aunts carrying long poles and carrying well water home.
Homesickness is a shining hoe in the corner, a golden ear immersed in the ground, and a fiery litchi hanging on a tree;
Homesickness is a small village child who goes up and down the mountain, and it is the kind of effort to climb trees and dig eggs; Homesickness is the beautiful village girl by the well and the dimples that wash clothes with rice.
I stand on the edge of autumn, imagining my hometown in the sunshine beyond the mountain. The rice fields at the head of my hometown village are still full of autumn rhyme. The villagers bent down in the field and kissed the golden ears of grain.