The weather is very hot tonight
There is no autumn chill at all
Stay in my house
Put your hands and chin on the clothes pole
Like hanging clothes
There is no moon and no stars in the sky
I see a yellowish street lamp
I wait quietly and I can't say what -what
Are you waiting for the cool autumn breeze? --maybe
Close your eyes lazily
Suddenly some frogs call softly
There are crickets mixed with other insects
Too familiar, too familiar!
It's a long lost local accent A
melody that hasn't changed for half a century
That's the night view in my hometown
The hot feeling completely disappeared The
body felt as light as a shirt
I was enjoying greedily all at once
I suddenly remembered too much of the past
This is where I grew up
Drunk, drunk!
Hometown is always enchanting
Always so close
Most remember the affection of parents and brothers and sisters
I almost had a dream. . . . . .
