Imitating Homesickness —— Yu Guangzhong's Hope Poems

When I was a child, homesickness was a small kite. I dreamed here and grew up there. Homesickness is a long letter. I am here and my relatives are there. Later, homesickness was a cage layer by layer. I thought I was outside, and now homesickness is a thick memory. When I was a child, friendship was a small seesaw. When I was here and my partner grew up there, friendship was 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, and 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 blank sheet of 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.