My Hometown
☆ Poem & Translation By Luo Zhihai
My hometown in March
One night's drizzle
Dyed rice seedlings green.
Flying swallows returned their nests.
Pecked and combed
Their wet wings.
By the light breeze
The scent of the peach blossoms was wafted.
Attracted some bees
Chirping in the sun.
Ah, my hometown!
Fascinating March!
Gentle and soft hometown!
I want to
Lie on your
Grassland with a carpet of tender buds.
Recite this
Pretty scenery like poems.
Sing this
Fragrance like dreams.
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