I'll go home and draw the months and color the days.
The cicadas chirped incessantly at the base of the village banyan tree.
The golden hue heralds the arrival of the new season.
Where is the image of my mother, burdened with her seasonal carrying pole?
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The phoenix lights up the rain with fire.
We parted ways before we could even make our vows.
Long hair disappears behind the dike.
It's a feeling of excitement, as if... I'm returning to my old neighborhood.
The corn dragonfly sleeps under the coconut tree.
The gourd vines sway in the breeze, reflecting their image in the water.
The lotus pond is blooming with beautiful buds.
The kitchen in the evening paints smoke in the shape of... a banyan tree trunk.
City dwellers don't mind the long distance.
My dear friend, the love for my homeland is so deep and heartfelt!
A painting of the ripening season, the sky a vibrant red.
Sweet and profound feelings welcome the season everywhere...
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