It’s so close,

I can smell the fragrance of the soil in my hometown that I haven’t seen for a long time!

Closer, closer,

I heard the familiar accent in my dream soul for forty years!

My heartbeat began to accelerate and my vision began to blur.

These honest smiling faces are my fellow villagers!

I could hum these cheerful nursery rhymes as a child!

However, everything in front of us is so strange and novel

The winding mud road has turned into a smooth asphalt road;

Those dilapidated huts have become It has turned into a red brick house;

The old people are peaceful and the children are having fun;

Is this the poverty-stricken village in my memory?

Is this the hometown on the map that makes me want to see it all?

The changes over the past forty years are so unexpected and surprising!

I, a wanderer who has been wandering for a long time, am back home today!

Not in a dream, not in prayer,

My feet have stepped firmly on this generous land,

The stumbling footsteps are scattered But I am determined, I am really back!

A person can live in many places, but there is always only one home!

It is the hut that my father built day and night, the well that he worked hard to dig,

it is the vegetable garden that my mother cultivates, and the window where she lights the oil lamp at night to mend clothes,

It is the most painful pain and the most heartbreaking concern for a wanderer who has a home and cannot return!

However, I returned to my hometown, but I couldn’t find my home!

——Mom, where are you?