Dream back to home
Author: Tong Zhaojun
In last night's dream, faintly,
I'm back in my hometown after a long absence!
I saw my mother standing in front of the door and looking out,
It was as if we had foreseen that our family would return.
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In September of the late eighties,
I wear long hair in tight hara jeans,
In the trend of "modernity",
Carrying a canvas bag to squeeze up the "green skin" of the south
In the sound of "whoosh-beep",
Looking at the scenery of "regressing" outside the train,
Singing "Clouds of Hometown" left hometown!
——For the dream of "poetry and far away"!
At that time, he was a young man in his early twenties, who was ignorant.
Traveling alone through the cold cities of the South,
I don't know much about human feelings,
I don't understand the friendship of my homeland.
Often stationed in the festival of Bethy's relatives,
Let the mother lean on the door and look at the distance,
It also provoked a "strange intention" on the back of relatives.
Helplessly, I sat in the deserted park of his hometown,
Pulling out the harmonica from his arms, he played a song "Clouds of Hometown"
Even the nose can be sour and swollen two eyes,
Homesickness is a knot that I can't untangle...
More than thirty years have passed,
How many sleepless nights,
How many times have you dreamed of returning to your hometown,
Crying in dreams, laughing in dreams.
The past of childhood is reflected in the dream,
Is it more nostalgic for people to dream more homesick?
Is it that the farther away the homeland, the thicker the feelings?
Last night's old dream struck again,
In the dream, he took the family back to his hometown,
The adobe tile houses in my hometown that have long ceased to exist,
Still so well copied in the dream,
It's so clear, so real.
It's been more than five years since my mother died.
The mother in the dream is still so kind,
The mother smiled and did not say a word,
Just busy making meals for me,
In dreams, it is sweet,
Waking up from a dream, but bitter,
The regrets left behind when I was young and did not do more,
Often it can only be made up by dreaming.
How many dreams have returned to their hometown,
Just how many times have I woken up in tears,
If there is an afterlife in life,
I'm not going to let:
The trees want to be quiet and the wind is not stopping,
The Son wants to raise and does not wait
About the Author
Tong Zhaojun, born in Pingjiang, Hunan, bachelor of law. He first worked at Changsha Hongshan Law Firm, then resigned and returned home, learning art from many teachers, inheriting and carrying forward the ancestral Chinese medicine orthopedic techniques. He is currently a sitting expert of Changsha Xingyuan Chuntang Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall.
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