Going back home and missing you

Yellow leaves flying all autumn afternoon

Thin warm coat from straw

I come home with a bowl of fragrant rice

There is the smell of kitchen smoke, there is the scent of field wind

The tidal lagoon is still vast.

Erosion and sedimentation of the old river

The sound of rooster crowing at noon

The ferry dock waits for someone who has not returned yet.

I wander around the corner of the country lane

Where to find sickle, conical hat

Mother's betel mortar, father's pipe and bowl

The village gate is waiting for the buyer's gift package.

I hear the sound of temple bells

Remember the festival day, the gong rang many times...

The dream of mother's shadow is closer

Incense sticks fly away from the Buddha's door, gradually moving away.

Fold hands and pay respect to incense and flowers

Going back to my hometown, I miss my parents so much!