That day
The thick fog in the morning in the village deep in the mountains and old forests
Perhaps it was like a task that needed to be completed
So one morning after I received my mother's call to the city,
The emerald ht on the roof of the house ml3 and those abandoned pots
look at
ah, this is a few more touches of green
This, maybe it is something real that is carefully pulling
One by one, they poked their heads out and slowly sang a quiet song
A feeling of deep thought
but a feeling of the desolate land of my hometown
Moreover, my mother, who has lost her land for many years
Perhaps, is the only place in the city A kind of hobby that I feel
- I plant onions and garlic
But, from my brother and sister’s house to my ideal home
ah, this is a kind of nostalgia that I plant wherever I go...
However,
is like the kind of person who hoe the grass to loosen the soil, and then carefully pull it one by one - watering, fertilizing, etc.
So, it is like the meticulous and smiling mother who has been accustomed to farm work since she was a child.
However, I feel from the bottom of my heart
that maybe after a while
the pot will be full of green.
But, my mother said
that if onions and garlic are picked at the same time, there may be an accompanying
So, over the years,
A season of miraculous plant recovery
Maybe it is more like her sisters in the countryside
, maybe it is true
- loving each other, tenderness and honey
- not saying a word to each other
But that
has already been connected in my heart from this moment on.
One by one, the affectionate feelings
are intoxicated with each word
that is intoxicated with the poetry.
