Longing of Ranah Minang

Have been around nine years old I do not go back to my home, with a wave of nostalgia wave, mountain, mountains, a vast carpet of rice field.

in the eyes still haunt the childhood memories of playing in the river, searching for firewood in the forest, learning to read al quran in a mosque, is really beautiful that time period.

May all have changed, not like before anymore, may have been many new buildings, and roads that are good, but in the memories still haunt my mother's simple house.
At home that I spent my childhood, play, joke with friends of the.
All these memories make this nostalgia more powerful. hopefully Hari Raya Idul Fitri later I returned to my home.