The rain of last night in "My Village" brewed a misty breeze blowing dry branches, and once reborn it was the wind of the dead wood and the spring village, not mixed with noise, only rain and rain

My Country

Last night's rain brewed a misty dawn

The wind blows the dead branches, and once reborn, it is a dead wood in spring

The wind in the countryside is not mixed with noise, only rain and soil sacs are murmuring

Dog barking and chicken chirping echo in the open, suppressing, undulating

Passing by a farmhouse, cooking smoke in the drizzle

Then there is the discarded horn on the pole, which is built into a nest by birds

Wesley Bullhead Hill Village

January 21, 2022

11:33 a.m., the 5th day of the Lord's Day

Titled "My Village"