(104) Homeland

2021—108

Familiar hometown road, unfamiliar hometown autumn.

The arch shade of the village's giant trees walked along the memory home.

Yes, that's my home. Autumn trees, light rain, yes, that's my house.

It was the house and the home with jagged green trees that I seemed to have seen in my childhood dreams.

What a terrible misunderstanding in winter! I thought my hometown was only depressed and bare;

I thought that my hometown would only add to my boredom and make me incompatible with it;

I thought that my hometown was just a piece of soil in the north, without the richness of the south;

I was wrong. How outrageously wrong, how pathetic.

Perhaps, I will also feel inexplicably depressed, unable to appreciate your autumn, unable to pick a poem on your spring branch;

Perhaps, I will leave soon, with an innate vengeance.

But I will not blame you for having raised me and letting my wishes fail countless times;

I will not be sad and weep because I have wandered in my homeland again and again.

I believe that one day, I will walk into your spring and autumn with abundant love;

I will calmly write for you, a song that should have been dedicated to you long ago - the song of motherhood!