Search for moles…

Digging a hole in a spring paddy field as a child

Digging with a hand to catch it

While dirty as soil enters the nail

Remembrance digging holes

I saw the appearance of moles that I have never met

Like looking for treasures while dreaming

Dig up the rich farming rice paddies

But I can not find a mole

I surely felt footsteps and ran away

Digging well thoughtfully

Memories of a rice field when it was small

A fragrance of soil and a lot of them blooming

A necklace with blooming Lenghou bloomed

I made and played it

There are no more children like those days

Every time Spring comes, there are no children of rural areas

Only the appearance of ourselves of the phantom at that time

Even now I still enjoy playing in rice fields

To remember

Bees were flying around quickly

The arrival of spring comes at a time when the red-bean blooms

come up

Until a rice paddy is filled with water

A long time ago children's play ...

        The poet ~ Now person ...