Lan Shu
Thirty years ago.
You look at me from the top of the willow tree
I am young.
Niyuan
People are also round.
Thirty years later.
I look at you from the top of the coconut tree.
You are a glass of country wine.
You are a man.
Homesickness is also full.
When I die,
When I die, bury me in the Yangtze River and Yellow River.
Suddenly, my head was resting, and my white hair was covered with black soil.
In China, the most beautiful and motherly country,
I slept peacefully, on the whole continent,
Listen on both sides. The requiem starts from the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
Two eternal music, surging and facing the east.
This is the most indulgent and spacious bed.
Let's sleep contentedly and think contentedly,
Once upon a time, there was a young man in China.
Looking west in frozen Michigan,
Want to see the dawn of China through the night,
With the eyes of China who was not embarrassed for seventeen years.
Gluttonous map, from West Lake to Taihu Lake,
Go to Chongqing, where there are many partridges, instead of going home.
homesickness
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Author: Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
Homesickness is a narrow ticket when you grow up.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
See you later, huh?
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom, ah, it's in there.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
homesickness
Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
Hours later
Homesickness is a small piece of blue sky in a room.
I'm stunned.
Lost track of time
When I grow up
Homesickness is a warm shoulder.
I lean back.
Until sunset
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a long green ticket.
I looked down.
Left the motherland
Now
Homesickness is a solemn national flag
I sighed.
The passage of time