Winter Fields

Winter day
I wandered in the field
Even though I'm grown up, I still want to be a child.
The north wind is blowing
Eyes half closed, dry field
Sparkling sunshine
Flock of ducks running around gleaning rice
Mother and child yellow cow leisurely grazing
Chew the whole field flavor. Dry sage.

Oh!
Missing the old seasons
Father plowing the fields at noon
I bring rice to my father
A bowl of rice filled with wind
By the fire
I love you so much.

In a dream
Barefoot child
Lost in the middle of the fields in the drying season
Deep fields, alluvial fields
Alluvial deposits from many generations
The land smells brown like the color of grandparents' shirts
Looking at the color of the earth, hearing memories called back
I woke up and suddenly my heart blossomed…
Oh, the winter fields of our village!