Often
I miss my homeland. I wish to return there one day before my life ends. I have been away for a long time. My youngest son was only 12 years old when we left. Now he is married with 3 children... My homeland is very peaceful. The mountains are beautiful and the hill at the bottom of the mountains is covered with green grass. A large rice paddy lies between the village and the hill. It is full of mud in the rainy season and the people plant rice. In winter, early mornings are very cold, but people do not worry about that. People work, talk and laugh... These sounds echo through the mountains Smell of mud, Beautiful hills and mountains, Sounds of farmers and cow clappers. These are often in my dreams. I miss my homeland. By MMT
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