Haunting Memories of Hometown

My old home

My old home is in the countryside

Generations of ancestors have rooted here

Countless local dialects

An irreplaceable root

Endless stories

Those who can't let go

Childhood

Leaving is my lifelong yearning

Growing up

Returning to my old home is the scenery in my dreams

The farmer's family doesn't waste time

Dirty and humbled to earn money

Here

I've shed countless tears of my mother's sweat

How many children have left to pursue their dreams

It's all down to working from the soil with our faces turned to the east

A bamboo pole built into a warehouse

Could farm a garden and build a sheep pen

The scene of harvesting crops

It holds countless childhood memories

Spookies beneath the straw mat

Eggs exchanged for sweets or money

The old locust tree in front of the door

Witnessed the growth and transformation of countless people

The shade of the tree in the summer

Heard countless family stories and casual conversations

The old mud-brick courtyard

How many years no one has lived in it

Every time I come back, I stop to take a look

Seeing it brings back memories of the past

It feels like a distant relative is still beside me

This is the legacy built by the older generation through hard work

This is my childhood paradise

Here, my dear grandparents also lived

Stories around the kang are classics

There are eight immortals crossing the sea and Mencius moving three times

The red cabinet holds not just the sweat money earned, but also milk powder and hawthorn slices

Around the stove

It has revealed the smoke of countless farmer families

Inside the cupboard

It holds the changes in generations

Childhood, leaving was my daily yearning

Growing up, returning to my old home became the perfect circle in my dreams

It's not that my old home is better, it's just that I have my old home

Unforgettable memories and unyielding emotions

March 13, 2020

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