Poetry | Tan Tao: Crossing the Hometown (Outer One)

Travel through your hometown

Trains travel through the vast wilderness

The windows reflect countless views

My heart was beating faster and faster

Lyrical with joy with music

Mountains, villages, haystacks

Woods, small bridges, flowing water

It was a fascinating painting

Sunlight does not forget to paint a layer of gold

There is also the hometown of March

The canola blossoms are rambling, the yellow is exaggerated

Patches of grass lean over and sing

It is not clear whether this is Saibei or Jiangnan

Through the bright windows

The scenery of my hometown dazzled me

I silently read the letters from my hometown

Ren's tears stained his clothes

Hometown says it's close and far, and it's far and far

The spring breeze blows softly, and the cooking smoke rises quietly

Even homesickness is far away

I couldn't get out of my mother's thoughts

As it travels, the train continues forward

The scenery of the hometown meets the wanderer who returns home

They will all embrace each other without pity

Thousands of miles of travel are the trembling of my soul

Return in the snow

Surrounded by a stove

Looking out the window at the snowflakes

I'm thinking about the people who came home from the snow

Piece by piece of snow

But the letterhead you brought back

Every page still keeps your body temperature

My conversation with snow

Passed across the sky to you

Please don't cry that the snow is our tears

The snow stopped

A line of waddling footprints in white

That's the figure of you coming home