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On the fields, the rice stalks glow like gold,
Swaying softly as the breeze blows by.
When I was young, I often wandered here,
Laughing and playing with friends under the sky.

The fields stretched wide, so boundless and free,
The rice grains hung full, a sight to hold.
It was here I came to understand
What homesickness means, what makes a homeland.

Now I’ve left those fields far behind,
And come to a city, unknown and new.
But every time I see golden rice,
My heart returns to what I once knew.

I remember the fields, wide and serene,
And the golden rice under the sun’s warm light.
I remember the dreams I dreamed back then,
And that sweet, lingering sense of nostalgia’s might.

Fields, rice, and longing deep—
They are the eternal verses in my soul.
No matter where my path may lead,
In me, their presence will stay whole.

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About the Author: Ma Xi, pen name A Xizi, born in the 2000s and a native of Zhaotong, Yunnan, is an avid literature enthusiast. Her works have appeared in online literary platforms as well as various newspapers and magazines. She is currently a student at Jiangxi Normal University.

《田野上的乡愁》

在田野上，稻谷金黄，
随着风儿摇曳生姿。
小时候，我常在这里，
和伙伴们欢笑嬉戏。

田野是那样的宽广，
稻谷是那样的丰满。
在这里，我学会了，
什么是乡愁，什么是故乡。

现在，我离开了故乡的田野，
来到了陌生的城市。
但每当我看到稻谷，
乡愁便涌上心头。

我想起那片田野，
想起那金色的稻谷。
想起小时候的梦想，
更想起那美好的乡愁。

田野、稻谷、乡愁，
是我心中永恒的诗篇。
无论我身在何处，
它们都将永远存在。

马玺，笔名阿玺子，零零后，云南昭通。文学爱好者，作品散见于网络平台和各级报刊杂志，就读于江西师范大学。