When I feel homesick, it is like the cold fog in Joan Hinton in March, which covers my hometown. I'm here and you're there. ......
The poem "The Boundaries of Homecoming" is the homesickness of Taiwan Province poets' love. We may not know the homesickness of China across a river, but good poems may be heard.
Welcome to my voice —— Reading Poem "Looking at Hometown from the Side"
FM "look at the border"
At some point.
We arrived at Lok Ma Chau.
The fog is rising and we are in a daze.
The palms began to sweat.
Nostalgia is magnified dozens of times in the telescope.
Scattered with the wind.
When the distance is adjusted to heartbeat.
A distant mountain flew head-on
Hit me.
Severe internal injuries
Gross. Gross.
Sick rhododendron on Xiangshan slope
There is only one flower left.
Squat behind the "No Crossing" sign.
Hemoptysis, at this time,
An egret started up from the rice field.
Fly over Shenzhen
Suddenly it folded back.
At this time, the partridge made a sound with fire.
That smoky cry
Sentence by sentence
Through Joan Hinton in March in different places.
My eyes are red and my blood is boiling.
You turned up the collar of your coat and asked me.
Cold, or
Not cold?
The vernal equinox follows fear.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is not far away.
I actually understand Cantonese accent.
When the rain turns the vast land
Translate into cyan language
Here! You said that Futian village is over the water fence.
The soil of the old country is within reach.
But all I caught was a cold fog.