Poetry that belongs to you.

Homesickness is a warm sweater when you are ignorant. People who knit here go to school there. Homesickness is a shallow stream. I stand at the finish line. My mother grew up in the source. Homesickness is a distant flute. He is playing there, and I am listening here. Homesickness is a full moon now. The person watching here is at the end. Pain is such a long journey when you are desperate. When you are lonely, the pain begins with a person's dance. I want to leave, but I can't find the 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. Happiness after graduation is a thick record of classmates, but it brings together the truth of all parties. Later, happiness was a beautiful family portrait. Time goes by, but the smile is cast forever. Now happiness is a warm letter from home in the distance. However, when I was young, school was a dream When I grow up, school is a beautiful story. I'm inside and my parents are outside. Later, the school was a dark room. I was inside and I was very happy outside. Now, the school is an ocean of knowledge, I am inside and the end is outside. "Motherly Love" When I was a child, maternal love was a pair of warm hands. When I grow up, maternal love is a thin bamboo pole. Later, maternal love was a thin ticket. Now maternal love is a tight hug. It loves my heart on the road. %D%A