The creek in my hometown-modern poetry

The clear stream

is the pulse of a wanderer

What flows is

a pure feeling and a true love

There are also childhood memories and

The lingering attachment

The a cappella melody and the harmonious beat

Send away the sunset and welcome The morning light

reports the rise and fall of small villages

Year after year

The mountains and dense jungles

You are here Under its feet

It hums day and night

Listen carefully

One after another passionately: Send me on my way

Melody after song: Eternal soft intestines

What is sometimes difficult to distinguish: whether it is to relieve your worries

or a subtle whisper

makes people feel fresh, sweet, Unforgettable

The stream in your hometown, how many winds and rains have you gone through

After thousands of years of vicissitudes

Your bloodline remains unchanged, and your appearance remains the same

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Whether it was playing in your arms as a child

or hiding behind you

Peeping at the light-weight gauze girl, that kind

Beautiful memories will be sealed forever

In my memory

The creek in my hometown

Goodbye and safe

Although now I have been surrounded by jazz music

, love songs and dances cut into military uniforms

But what I love most is still your singing

The gurgling nostalgia

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Slowly flowing affection

That’s something I can’t hear enough in a lifetime

Thick local accent