Modern Poetry: The River in My Hometown

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