When confidence is lost
You are close to your dreams.
Are you still firm and persistent? ?
When the autumn wind writes bleak.
When the heavy rain destroyed the flowers
In your innocent eyes?
Is it still full of promises to heaven?
Yu Guangzhong is nostalgic
Homesickness is a small stamp when I was a child. I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there.
Later, homesickness was a low grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Homesickness is a shallow strait now, and I am on this continent, on that side.