The title of this poem imitating homesickness is Mid-Autumn Festival.

When I was a child,

Mid-Autumn Festival is a happy day.

I am here,

The moon is there;

Grow up,

Mid-Autumn Festival is a day to miss lovesickness.

I am here,

The Iraqi people are there;

Later,

Mid-Autumn Festival is a day of mourning,

I am here,

Relatives are there;

at present

Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for family reunion.

We're here,

The moon is still hanging there.