Hometown

Whispers of love linger in the cold night, with dreams in our hearts, we fold soft leaves into wings. The wind from our hometown, happiness silently rises, carrying our longing to wander and soar. It seeps into the heart, yet invisibly, it has already left scars. It shines like a knife, a heart of chilling cold, lost in the fog that obscures the path. We leave our hometown, still youthful and reckless, our generous vows dissipating in the wind and frost, stepping into the wilderness. This poem is the first poem of "The Record of the Fire Beacon Wanderer," written in the first volume, chapter six. When the male protagonist rescues his first love, whom he both loves and hates, from the royal dungeon, they escape from pursuers against all odds. As they lie together, they share nostalgia for the past, mutual guilt, and a yearning for an uncertain future. The time that has passed soars in the wind of longing, the gentle affection wraps their two hearts, tormented by fate, together. Although the future remains unpredictable, the homeland of their souls will become their eternal comfort and refuge. Hometown, never forgotten. Loneliness and helplessness devour the morning light, beneath the childhood tree, deeply trapped in despair. Tears of sorrow, yearning for the warm sun. Flying towards the reachable paradise, the river caresses, infusing the power of rebirth, the soul intoxicated by sweetness.

Sweet words and tender feelings lie silent in the cold night

Harboring dreams

We fold the soft leaves into wings

The wind of my hometown

Happiness comes quietly

Let longing take flight

To wander, to soar

Infiltration of the atrium

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It is as sharp as a knife.

Heart of Frigid Desolation

The wandering mist has buried the path

We left our hometown www.hetushu.com.com

There is still youthful exuberance

The generous vows dissipate in the wind and frost

Stepping into the wilderness

This poem is the first poem of "The Record of the Fire Beacon Wanderer," written in the first volume, chapter six. It depicts the male protagonist rescuing his first love, whom he both loves and hates, from the royal dungeon. Together, they narrowly escape from their pursuers and find solace in each other's presence as they sleep side by side. They share a sense of nostalgia for the past, feelings of guilt towards each other, and a longing for an uncertain future. The time that has passed drifts away in the winds of longing, and the tender emotions envelop their hearts, which have been tormented by fate. Although the future remains unpredictable, the homeland of their souls will become their eternal comfort and refuge.

Hometown, never forgotten

Loneliness and helplessness devoured the morning light

Under the great tree of childhood

Deeply trapped in despair

Tears of Crying

Yearning for the warm sun

Flying towards the heaven within reach

Rivers caress and infuse the power of rebirth

The soul is intoxicated by sweetness