故里

原以为告别故里，

最后只剩下回忆。

可曾想，

外婆的故事里，

满是玄幻和正义。

母亲的偶然一语，

透着闪光的哲理。

父亲不经意的感慨叹息，

却是我畏缩时的鼓励。

和他人的交往游历，

也是共同成长的阶梯。

彼时嬉戏的巷里，

成难以想象的福地，

一山一泥一川一溪，

这些后来都变成，

我的路线和底气，

流淌在血液里，

在言谈举止间洋溢，

什么都没有离去。

后来才知道，

其实无论走到哪里，

有我在的地方即是故里。

漂泊和寻觅，

不过是找到自我前的序曲..

Homeland

I once thought leaving home

Meant leaving only memories behind.

Yet who would have known?

In Grandma’s tales,

Magic and justice entwined.

A casual word from Mother

Shined with a philosophical light.

Father’s passing sighs

Became my strength when gripped by fright.

The bonds made on my journeys, too,

Were steps where we together grew.

The alleys where we used to play,

A blessed land in every way.

Every mountain, river, stone, and stream—

Have now become my compass and my stride,

Flowing through my veins,

Shining in my laughter and my pride.

Nothing has truly faded away.

Only now do I see: No matter how far I roam,

Wherever I stand, there is my home.

The wandering and the searching through the years

Were but the prelude to finding who I am.