Homesickness
When I was a child, I often looked up at the soaring eagle spreading its wings in the sky, dreaming of one day being able to leave my hometown and fly to a wider poetry and distance. When I grew up, I was able to work in a foreign land as I had hoped. Every time there were ripples of homesickness in my heart, I realized how attached I was to my homeland and how inseparable I was from it. If a wandering wanderer is a kite flying by the wind, then homesickness is an invisible and sturdy kite st...
Homesickness
When I was a child, I often looked up at the soaring eagle spreading its wings in the sky, dreaming of one day being able to leave my hometown and fly to a wider poetry and distance. When I grew up, I was able to work in a foreign land as I had hoped. Every time there were ripples of homesickness in my heart, I realized how attached I was to my homeland and how inseparable I was from it. If a wandering wanderer is a kite flying by the wind, then homesickness is an invisible and sturdy kite st...
