Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child/homesickness was a small stamp/I was here/my mother was there.
When I grow up/homesickness is a narrow ticket/I am here/the bride is there.
Later/homesickness was a low grave/I was outside/my mother was inside.
Now/homesickness is a shallow strait/I am here/the mainland is there.
Start writing about your understanding of your hometown from childhood to adulthood. For example, write some fond memories of your hometown as a child, and then miss your hometown as a wanderer, because everything in your hometown is always changing, and you will never find your hometown as a teenager.
2. Homesickness is a warm sweater when you are ignorant, and homesickness is a shallow stream after people woven here go to school there. I stand at the end, my mother grew up at the source, and homesickness is a distant flute. He is playing there and I am listening here, but now homesickness is a full moon. It is such a long journey when the people watching it at this end are in pain and despair. I'm so tired and lonely. Pain is a gathering of one person, which starts and ends by myself. When it is difficult, pain is an infinitely extended space. When I want to leave, I can't find an exit. When I doubt, pain is a constantly dividing cell. When I was a child, happiness was a small candy in my mouth, but it was sweet in my heart. After graduation, happiness is a thick record of classmates, but it brings together the true feelings of all parties. Happiness is a beautiful family portrait. Time goes by, but the smile is cast forever. Now happiness is a warm letter, from a distant home, but warm in front of you.
Homesickness is a warm sweater when you are ignorant, and homesickness is a shallow stream after the people woven here go to school there. I stand at the end, my mother grew up at the source, and homesickness is a distant flute. He is playing there and I am listening here, but now homesickness is a full moon. It is such a long journey when the people watching it at this end are in pain and despair. I'm so tired and lonely. Pain is a gathering of one person, which starts and ends by myself. When it is difficult, pain is an infinitely extended space. When I want to leave, I can't find an exit. When I doubt, pain is a constantly dividing cell. When I was a child, happiness was a small candy in my mouth, but it was sweet in my heart. After graduation, happiness is a thick record of classmates, but it brings together the true feelings of all parties. Happiness is a beautiful family portrait. Time goes by, but the smile is cast forever. Now happiness is a warm letter, from a distant home, but warm in front of you.
4. Imitate homesickness and give me a cup of Kuding tea.
Bitter taste of kudingcha as medicine.
It's homesickness Give me a cup of kudingcha.
Give me a yellow ribbon, yellow ribbon.
Yellow ribbon like a dream, expectation in a dream.
It's homesickness Give me a yellow ribbon.
Give me a handful of hometown, hometown.
The soil in my hometown is almost brown.
Hometown has the flavor of hometown.
Give me a handful of hometown, hometown.
Give me a spoonful of spring water from my hometown, spring water from my hometown
The springs in my hometown are clear and pure.
The spring in my hometown has a cold but warm feeling.
Give me a spoonful of spring water from my hometown, spring water from my hometown
Give me a beam of sunshine from my hometown, sunshine from my hometown.
The sunshine in my hometown is golden.
The sunshine in my hometown is warm and romantic.
Give me a beam of sunshine from my hometown, sunshine from my hometown.
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5. Imitate a poem in the format of "Homesickness", which is not available online (must be adopted). When I was a child, homesickness was a small kite. I dreamed here and grew up there. Homesickness is a long letter. When I am here and my relatives are there, homesickness is a cage of layers. I thought I was outside, and now homesickness is a thick memory. Friendship is a small seesaw. When I am here and my partner grew up there, friendship is a long telephone line. I'm here and my friends are there. Later, friendship was a luxurious courtyard. I am outside, and my bosom friend is inside. Now, friendship is a vague memory. I am here. When I was young, childhood was a clear stream. Happiness is among them. It's a little more troublesome outside. Childhood is a curved Hongqiao. Young is behind, sensible is in front. Childhood is a sweet dream. Being old is just a small photo. Childlike heart is at that end. Born at this time, homesickness is a deep miss. I miss my hometown. I miss everything in my hometown.
When I grow up, homesickness is a piece of white writing paper. There is nothing on the paper except nostalgia for my hometown. Later, homesickness was a thick book, which left my memories. Memories are memories of childhood.
Now, homesickness is my nostalgia for my childhood. I don't need it anymore because I have grown up.