The river in my hometown
It is an endless nocturne
In the night without electric lights
Brush, brush Sing until dawn
The river in my hometown
It is a long, long ink painting
The little me
In the wide Climbing on the wide stone bridge
Watching my mother beating her clothes
Looking at the water droplets like blooming flowers
The river in my hometown
It’s the cool playground playing again and again
The water storage in front of the stone mill house has just risen to the dam
A group of naked children
can’t wait The water fight started and the water floated
The small river in my hometown
is a caring partner on the way to school
The waves waved to me in the morning
Singing songs to send me home in the evening
Just like this, the cold and summer came and went
I walked out of the creek
I also walked out The home that gave birth to me and raised me
Now
The high-rise buildings in my hometown are densely populated
The small river has also been flooded by domestic sewage and is no longer clean
I will never see your pure appearance again
I will never hear your cheerful voice again
The river was quietly parted like this
Continuously diluted My thick memory
But every time the night is quiet
I will remember the river bit by bit
I will remember my mother’s smile and her baby name
Call me back over and over again