In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
2. A flowering tree-Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
Trembling leaves are the passion I am waiting for.
You finally walked past without paying attention.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
3. Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
In silence,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
4. When you are old-Irish poet William Butler Yeats.
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, when you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, take down this book, sit by the fire, take down this book,
Reading slowly, dreaming of the soft look, reading slowly, dreaming of the eyes of that year,
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep; Your soft eyes and deep aura.
How many people love your happy moments, how many people love your short-lived figure,
Love your beauty with false or true love, love your beauty with false or true love,
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul. Only one person loved your pilgrim heart.
Love the sadness on your aging face; Love the scars of years on your sad face.
Bend down the glowing railing, bend down the drooping eyebrows,
Whispering, a little sad, how love escapes from meditation and muttering,
And packed up on the mountains overhead, how love passed away and how it set foot on the mountains,
Hide his face among the stars. How to hide your face among the stars?
5. Four rhymes of homesickness-Yu Guangzhong
Give me a spoonful of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water.
A dreamland of homesickness and four rhymes
Yangtze river water like wine
The taste of drunkenness
It's homesickness
Give me a spoonful of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water.
Give me a Zhang Haitang red, begonia red.
Blood-like begonia red
The burning pain of boiling blood
This is the pain of homesickness
Give me a Zhang Haitang red, begonia red.
Give me a piece of snow, snow
White as a letter.
Waiting for a letter from home
It's a homesick wait.
Give me a piece of snow, snow
Give me a sweet wintersweet.
Mother-like Chimonanthus praecox
Mother's fragrance
It's the fragrance of the country.
Give me a sweet wintersweet.
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