Painting of homeland

I paint my homeland with nostalgia
The vertical and horizontal strokes of the thin bamboo grove
The curve is like a red thread at the end of the alley.
The soft blue strip is warm like the smoke of the afternoon…

I paint my homeland full of flowers and grass
Golden rice flowers, mother's feet covered in mud
The brush strokes still remember
The afternoon color is purple and restless

I paint my homeland with bright pink sunshine
In the middle of the green field, father's back blocks the sun
Each drop of sunlight vibrates with the breath
Each streak of color spreads an unforgettable memory

The countryside painting suddenly filled with spring colors
The brush strokes fly gracefully, gliding in the shape of a dragon.
White clouds swirl around the martyrs' monument
Spring sunshine, vast and immense sky...