Sir, sir, where are you going?

What can you do in such a hurry?

I want to see if my hometown is still there;

I want to leave, I want to go back to Wangtian Lake.

I want to visit if there are still there today

White waves are rolling in the center of the lake, green waves are rolling in the rice fields,

Is there any sparrows playing on the water bamboo branches? Martial arts?

Sir, sir, the world is so strange.

If you don’t travel here, where would you go?

I want to visit my hometown, and I have my own concerns;

I want to see whether the rails hatching eggs can be seen in the rice seedling forest,

There can be flowers on the mud There are also pigeons' footprints imprinted with the character "一",

The white clouds on the sacred mountain change several times a minute,

but there are also swallows flying to people's halls to announce the good news.

Sir, sir, I advise you not to go home;

Only the life of traveling is free in this world.

The heart of a wanderer is like a ruined monument eroded by wind and frost.

The monument is already covered with the handwriting of my hometown.

Oh, I want to go home, I I want to go home quickly,

I want to listen to the waterwheel outside my door all day long,

and then take the music of my hometown into my heart.

Sir, sir, why do you want to go home?

There is glory and wisdom in the world.

You don’t know that there is a lovely lake in your hometown.

Half of the blue sky is always immersed in the lake all year round.

There are rabbits looking for the lake at dusk. Food,

and dogs who don’t chase rabbits when they see them,

I want to see if this kind of thing still exists.

Sir, sir, I can’t understand you anymore.

Why on earth do you want to go home?

I want to see how many thorns are still growing on the water chestnuts in my hometown.

I want to see how many silks there are in a lotus root.

I want to see Do you still know me in my hometown?

I want to see some new stone tablets added to the tomb hill.

There are still flowering bamboos in my back garden.

Although countless poets at home and abroad, from Homer in ancient Greece to Li Bai in China, have sung about the hometown in their hearts, the psychological and aesthetic connotations of hometown are different for Eastern and Western poets. For Western poets, home and hometown are places they yearn for, and at the same time, they are also a place that makes them confused. The Elizabethan poet Fulke Grefell once lamented this: "We are familiar with every corner of the earth, / Through the tropics and to the poles, / However, when we return home / We don't know The soul doesn’t know itself.” Henry Vaughan, who lived a century after Grefell, also wrote about the tragedy of human beings in the poem “Man”: “All people have is still toys or troubles, / without roots, and nothing.” There is no place to tie him down, / His life is full of troubles, only endless troubles, / Rushing around on this earth, / He knows he has a home, but he doesn’t know where it is. He says that place is too far away, / Even already Forgot the way back. "Here we can see that the hometown and homeland described by Western poets are mostly associated with the turmoil, frustration and loneliness of the soul. To a large extent, this is an illusion in the soul and has metaphysical significance. .

The hometown of Eastern poets is secular and moral, filled with dust, fragrance of rice and family affection. The "hometown" we see and hear a lot about is the place on earth, by the lake, in the middle of the rice fields, where you can hear the roar of waterwheels and see the blossoming bamboos.

In July 1925, Wen Yiduo returned to China from the United States after three years away from his hometown. He returned to his hometown of Xishui, Hubei Province, and returned to his wife and two-year-old daughter. There are green mountains and green waters here, a lovely wife and young children, everything is simple, beautiful and loving. For Wen Yiduo, who has traveled in the United States for three years and witnessed the deformed and indifferent industrial civilization with his own eyes, there is no doubt that the beauty of his hometown is novel and tender. His hometown is a poem.

Object images have a sense of beauty due to the power of emotion, and expressing emotions through images also has aesthetic value. The common "exposed" problem of "May Fourth" new poetry can thus be avoided. (