The season arrives, bringing with it the betel nut blossoms.
The dragonfly's wings, parted by the wind, are stained with the colors of the midday sun.
Ask if summer has arrived yet.
The crape myrtle blossoms fall gently as if by appointment.
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Whose voice soars high into the sky?
Words of love remain, tinged with longing and remembrance.
Children playing hide-and-seek in the field
Kites cast their shadows on the river during the changing seasons.
The country girl tilts the oar and stirs the water.
A hundred years later, the old harbor is swept by the wind, stirring up strands of hair like clouds.
The scent of the countryside lingers in my hands.
In the midst of the cornflower season, pollen flies along both banks.
Whose boat sails amidst the verses?
Carrying the six-eight verses, drifting slowly away.
Echoes from the homeland of my father
The lullaby of a bygone season lingers in my heart…
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