I would like to use this poem as the conclusion of "Roots in the East", I love my father, I love my hometown, I love my motherland, she is the root that gave birth to me and raised me! She is like this light, weak and humble, bright or dark, but she always illuminates my way forward, giving me unparalleled warmth and courage, enough, poetry to sing!

lamplight

At night when I was a child

Except for the flames of torches

There is nothing more beautiful than the light of the oil lamp

The light of the oil lamp was very weak and yellow

But it lit up the world of my childhood

under the light

The mother threads the needle and sews the clothes

Sister picks up the lamp and reads hard to catch up with her dreams

I'm crazy all over the streets

What Tang poems and Song lyrics

There are also the five permanent people

All of them were thrown out of the clouds

under the light

Dad called friends to push the cup and change the lamp

Brother stir-fried peanuts sweating

I looked up at the night sky

What a fight to change the stars

There is also the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl

None of them could match the dim light

under the light

Three or five springs, summers, autumns and winters

Seven or eight joys and sorrows

I silently savored the taste of the years

I love the lights of my childhood

Send away the long night

Hope for tomorrow

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