我愛(ài)家鄉(xiāng)的風(fēng)，
它是如此溫和卻清冽，
像一個(gè)優(yōu)雅的女子卻又那般自由剛烈洛二，
你絕不知道溉愁，它是如此真性情啊澜薄！
我愛(ài)家鄉(xiāng)的風(fēng)为肮，
它從不言語(yǔ)，
不問(wèn)是非對(duì)錯(cuò)肤京，
不問(wèn)是何為何颊艳？
它只是它自己，卻又包容萬(wàn)物忘分。
我愛(ài)家鄉(xiāng)的風(fēng)棋枕，
它與那片竹林，
承載著我兒時(shí)的夢(mèng)妒峦。
每次不經(jīng)意造訪重斑，
見他們耳鬢廝磨，怎忍輕易打擾肯骇？
只是窥浪，
無(wú)心作別祖很，
卻要離去...
A poem for my hometown
Cara.yen
I love the wind of my hometown.
She is so cool and gentle , just like an elegant lady but so tough and free!You never know, It's her true self.
I love the wind of my hometown.
She never speak, she doesn't care about right or wrong, she never ask what or why , she is just herself and love all beings.
I love the wind of my hometown.
It's a beautiful picture while she was dancing in the bamboo forest, I enjoyed it when I was a child. I am always afraid to disturb them when she was playing with the bamboos. Silly me!
However,I wanna stay, but it's time to leave. I have to go, my friend...
