How to imitate homesickness (affection)? Please, 3Q.

The "most tearful" homesickness poem: Zuohai Wanderer: When I was a child, homesickness was the whistle of the train. When I was studying on the train, my mother sent the wanderer to the platform with tears in her eyes. When I grow up, homesickness is the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. On a full moon night, people are not round, parents are hard and miserable. Later, homesickness was an old house in my hometown. Parents who didn't expect their children to return home until their death made them feel sad. Now, homesickness is the blue sky in my hometown. Parents who rest in heaven, I hope to be your good children in the afterlife. Luo Xu: When I was a child, homesickness was an old pier. I am here and my grandfather is there. When I grow up, homesickness is a spicy white wine. I am here and my father is there. Later, homesickness was a warm email. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Now, homesickness is a round Mid-Autumn Festival. I am here, and my hometown is there. Yu Gong at sea: When I was a child, homesickness was a sweet dream. I'm here and my mother is there. When I grow up, homesickness is a thin piece of writing paper. I'm here and my mother is there. Later, homesickness was a heavy will. I'm here and my mother is there. Now, homesickness is an autumn moon. I am here, and my hometown is there. Twjjack: When I was a child, homesickness was a clear spring, but I couldn't see you. When I was a teenager, homesickness was a scrap of paper, so how far the wind could fly. When I was young, homesickness was a telephone. There was me here and you there. In old age, homesickness is an old wine. The more you drink, the more mellow you feel. The most "nonsense" homesick poem: Wait: When I was a child, Mid-Autumn Festival was a sweet moon cake. I took a bite and my mother took a bite. When I grow up, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a long telephone line. I am at this end and my mother is at that end. Later, the Mid-Autumn Festival was a touch of homesickness, the sweet moon cake and the bite. Now, Mid-Autumn Festival is still Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother is in the sky, and my head is white. Li Rundong: When I was a child, my dream was a young grass. I'm here and the stage is there. When I grow up, my dream is a piece of red paper. I am here and the university is there. Later, the dream was a dark shadow. I was here and my father was there. Now, the dream is a shining star, I am here and the children are there. Xiaoyang: When I was a child, happiness was a short distance. You are at the table and I am at the table. In middle school, happiness is a short distance between classes. You are in this class and I am in that class. In high school, happiness is the short distance between cars. You sit in the back seat and I sit in the front seat. Now, happiness is a short meeting. You are in this city and I am in that city.