When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp.
I'm at this end,
Mom is over there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end,
The bride is over there.
Later, homesickness became a temporary grave.
I'm outside,
Mom's inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end,
The mainland is over there
2. The poem "Hometown" was written by Taiwan Province writer "Thinking of a Quiet Night".
Lipper
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
Looking down, I feel nostalgic.
homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp.
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 became a temporary grave.
I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait.
I am here and the mainland is there.
homesickness
Xi Murong
Furusato No Ut
This is a Qingyuan flute.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of hometown
But this is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
lines
(Wang Wei)
You come from my old country,
Tell me what happened there! .
It's plum. When you pass my window,
Is the cold plum in bloom?