Good old days

Fisherman's Sunset Happiness

Fishing boat at evening, singing by the setting sun.
Sun's shadow sinks on the west, showing the coolness of dusk.
Raising glasses drinking slowly invite the bright moon,
Wife and young children talk about the daily ordinaries.


Thinking about your old country back home

Yun Sea, Pong Mountain all sites visited,
Still hard to forget my old Xincai country:
Light breeze, tiered fields, by the horse route*, 
The rain has stopped, the peach tree grove, a good place to graze cows.
Countryman visitor fits the saying, we help each other.
Most leave our country seeking to raise their position in society. 
White haired, retired, on Tianhuen Island,
Stand and bear to watch the turmoil on the other shore.

It's almost the end of the year, when it's easier to think about your old country. I had a visit from a countryman. This person sent me a poem. I used his form and wrote a poem back to him.