Golden Field
By Jiayou C
Published 29 June 2023
In the golden field, I am running with my grandpa.
My feet on the sheaves of wheat.
We go through flowers, go through the Yellow River.
Go smiling and singing.
The sun is an enthusiastic king. It is warm on the field.
Drawing the golden strings of light over the field
Over me and my gran. Immersing us.
We lie on the grass then stand. Working, joking.
The side of the field is my gran’s garden.
The side of the field is my childhood.
Here are huge swaying trees.
Many people are planting fruits.
The field is a treasure. Planting hope, picking fruit.
It is a golden field. It is a special place.
It is in the middle of China.
It is my childhood.