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.
homesickness
Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
Four rhymes of homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
Give me a spoonful of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water.
Yangtze river water like wine
The taste of drunkenness
It's homesickness
Give me a spoonful of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water.
Give me a Zhang Haitang red, begonia red.
Blood-like begonia red
The burning pain of boiling blood
This is the pain of homesickness
Give me a Zhang Haitang red, begonia red.
Give me a piece of snow, snow
White as a letter.
Waiting for a letter from home
It's a homesick wait.
Give me a piece of snow, snow
Give me a sweet wintersweet.
Mother-like Chimonanthus praecox
Mother's fragrance
It's the fragrance of the country.
Give me a sweet wintersweet.
homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
Homesickness is 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.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there