Farm Time (103): Nostalgia

You think it's in the countryside

There will be no more homesickness

Farms here

Same as home

There are blooms

There are weeds

There are clumps of trees

There are small canals in the field

There were also old cows in the grass

Moo-moo

At night, walk on a foreign road

Look at the bright moon

It shines on the other side of my hometown

It also shines on this end of the foreign land

When you bow your head

Look at the clear pool of water

Diffracted moonlight

Nostalgia came to mind