-Author Yu Guangzhong
In my childhood,
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I am here.
My mother is over there:
When I grow up,
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I am here
My bride is over there;
then
Homesickness is a small grave.
I am outside
My mother is inside:
But now,
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm here.
And the mainland is on the other side.