Homesick continuous poems

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? "I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic."

When I was a child,

Homesickness is a small stamp,

I'm at this end,

Mom is over there.

Yu Guangzhong is nostalgic

When I grow up,

Homesickness is a narrow ticket,

I'm at this end,

The bride is over there.

Later,

Homesickness is a short grave,

I'm outside,

Mom's inside.

now

Homesickness is a shallow strait,

I'm at this end,

The mainland is over there