My home town is ill Hsu ChiCheng
In the depth of my memory
My home town is
Green hills and clear waters
Blue in sky and fresh in air
From my childhood, I
Play, run, leap, go to school and work here
Grow day after day
It’s the place I love very much
However, the vicissitude of life, I move to strange land
Come back after a few years
My home town I saw is also vicissitude:
Where is green hills and clear water?
Where is blue sky and fresh air?
Where is glittering generality?
I open my eyes to see
The space is almost dim cover with grey
Many people wear respirator
Many people dare not free to breathe
The green field isn’t such green and fresh as before
I search and search
It turns out these few years
The smog that waft from
Yunlin and Chiayi and Tainan and Kaohsiung etc.
And addition to waft from abroad
These poison gas
Be blocked by Dawu Shan, all falls on there
So that my home town is ill
And its illness is not at small in degree
All space and sights are changed
It often more has a layer of dust
No only gloomy, can’t see anything clearly
Someone even has ill of cancer, and harm of lung
How can it be my home town?
Not to blame that I often hear on abroad that
Some one will sound the current Dao into De of my hometown ChaoChou in language of Taiwan
Ah, even the tone of my home town is changed
Yes, all is ill
Is this my home town?
As to me, am I the same of before?
When I look in front of the mirror
I find suddenly,
I’m old also originally
En, I’m old also
It’s the vicissitude of life!@