A short modern poem about homesickness

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.

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