It feels good to be on the way back to my hometown
Author/Sun Shuheng
1
At dawn, I got up from the sleeper, and there was the smell of wine in the carriage
There was a snoring and murmuring in my ears.
Rolling, talking, joyful, laughing and scolding, I am a person who goes to bed late and wakes up early
See a crescent moon in the sky, boundless
The earth, a flowing picture
Everywhere I passed, I was concerned, those familiar place names, closer and closer to my hometown, the people around the seats got off one after another,
The local accent is getting stronger and stronger
Because many people go to a place called Naiman, like me
Inadvertently, someone mentioned that there was a person sitting on the other side
will be able to discern me from the dawn,
It's Naiman's, an orange handed over,
He couldn't call my name.
2
Relationship with the land
You don't have to tell anyone
Because I was away for a long time, forty years ago I took the green train to college
Thirty years ago, I took the green train to Qingcheng
In terms of the number of years of life, I don't know where my hometown is
Only the soil of my hometown is closest to the earth, the place where there is an ancestral grave, and the place where I was born and raised
Hometown, I can't return to my roots, I can't go back
But I'm not a nihilist, someone who has nothing to say about my hometown.
3
The sun is out and the weather is so good
The fields here are different, and suddenly the land is lively, with the cars coming and going, the birds on the branches, the tractors in the fields, the smoke from the villages
The busy season of spring ploughing has arrived,
Undoubtedly, there are agricultural things happening, and now there are no cattle in the cultivated land, they are all iron oxen, but they will still recall the fathers and villagers who face the loess with their backs to the sky
Enough of the fate of suffering has been presented
The bird's nest in the tree is empty and its wonderful swaying and colorful look,
which obscures the drizzle of the windowpane,
Humid early morning
Bring me a voice, the voice I crave.
(Author's file: Sun Shuheng, pen name Hengxin Yongzai, a native of Naiman Banner, Inner Mongolia.) Member of China Financial Writers Association, Member of China Essayists Association, Member of Inner Mongolia Writers Association, Member of Inner Mongolia Poetry Society, Member of Western Essayists Association, Deputy Secretary-General of Inner Mongolia Popular Literature and Art Research Association, Senior Researcher and Deputy Secretary-General of Inner Mongolia Poetry, Calligraphy and Painting Research Association)