116.回乡偶书二首Impromptu Poems on Going Home

One
From the young to the old, I returned home
My hair was gray,my accent unchangeable
Meeting me,children did not know me well
They smiled to ask “where are you from ”
Two
I had to leave home many years ago
Nowadays died a half of villagers I know
Only the home mirror-pool still keeps stable
Spring breeze cannot make weaves changeable