Perhaps it was a mission that needed to be completed in the thick fog that morning in the village in the deep mountains and old forests. So one morning after receiving my mother's arrival in the city, I looked at the emeralds on the roof of the house and the abandoned pots, and t

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.