Homeland

by: Summer

Pieces of memory of hometown are scattered around in my mind. Some of them are sweet, while others are bitter. Both kinds of memories serve as incentives for my growth as they collide all along. At that time, every day I could have a glimpse at the railways, which were near my house, thrusting forward and breathing breathless, in a familiar manner. I loved wandering along the rails. Sometimes I could spot some small silkworms hiding themselves in the trees. In summer, dragonflies would gather together hovering around at dusks. Tremendous Lotus could be seen from the height of the rails.