Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child/homesickness was a small stamp/I was here/my mother was there.
When I grow up/homesickness is a narrow ticket/I am here/the bride is there.
Later/homesickness was a low grave/I was outside/my mother was inside.
Now/homesickness is a shallow strait/I am here/the mainland is there.
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Qiu Feng Jia
What can I say about the past? Blood and tears on the shirt.
There is rain outside, but there is no sea in the mountains.
Silver candle sings poetry, and tooth flag hunts.
I don't know if I'm in a foreign country, but I dream about Taiwan Province Province every night.