□ Yu Guangzhong
Hours later
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
Homesickness is a narrow ticket when you grow up.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
See you later, huh?
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom, ah, it's in there.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
Emotional bond
The flower of long-lost friendship will lose its fragrance and wither.
The air of long-lost love will both heat up and cool down.
Only affection is a jar of wine buried deep underground, and the more it is hidden, the stronger it becomes.
The Pacific Ocean without Ni is vast.
But the pace of feelings is enough to cross it.
Mount Everest goes straight to the clouds. Who is comparing the height?
But the sound of affection is enough to keep it around.
Never made a promise.
Never vigorous.
The lotus root of affection is tied with silent blessings.
Drifting through eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers
No magnificent passion
There is no clear spring reflecting the poetry of pine.
Family is like a clear lake.
With her quiet face
Tell a touching family story.
The sun occasionally ripples.
The breeze brushed the phosphorescence.
The whole lake is in harmony with ups and downs.
It's like a family sharing weal and woe.