Imitate Yu Guangzhong's poem Homesickness. . . . .

Homesickness is a warm sweater when you are ignorant. People who weave here are a shallow stream after going to school there. I stand at the finish line. My mother grew up in the source. Homesickness is a distant flute. He plays me there and listens here. Homesickness is a full moon now. People who look at this end are in pain and despair. Pain is a long journey. I am so tired when I am lonely. Personal dance begins with its own end, and when it is difficult, the pain extends indefinitely. When I want to leave, I can't find an exit. When I doubt, the pain is constantly divided. 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 classmate record. Later, happiness was a beautiful family portrait. Time goes by, but the smile is always the same. Now happiness is a distant warm letter from home, but it is warm in front of me.