The Egret
For several times when I went back to the hometown,In the stream at the village entrance,And on the bare rocks,I caught sight of a big white bird.So many times I saw it,Later I found outIt was called egret. In fact when I wasFar away from the old hometown,I once saw huge herds of egrets.They sang, they flew,The boisterous sceneImpressed me deeply.So much so that I dared not believeThe big lonely white bird in my eyesBeside the stream at the village entranceWas an egret. That egret,I presumed, came from the noisy city.It followed, I affirmed, the smell of the hometownCrossed mountains and rivers, and returned to the stream.I observed it mirroring its posture in the water.Its loneliness,Only the hometown could truly understand,Which I knew for sure.
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Xiang Jianxin, founder and editor-in-chief of "Read for You" app.
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