Wandering in the south wind is my yearning. The north, which raised me, has become a place of missing. I miss sorghum in the north and litchi in the south. I miss the desolation of the north with the enthusiasm of the south. I learned southerners to talk and sing like birds, running around in a city without season and cold. I want to go back to my hometown and cross the south of the Yangtze River where warblers fly to eat grass when it snows. My hometown, which lacks color, makes me happy and sad. Although the north was my childhood heatable adobe sleeping platform, the south was the battlefield of my life. My youth has turned into mountains and rivers in the south, my love grew in the south and my home is in the south. However, my parents live in the north, and I have traveled all the way to Wan Li to return to the north, but I can never return to the night when I set out.
I am like a migratory bird, living in the north and south. My heart is like a kite belt, tied with thoughts and dreams. Maybe my descendants will travel to the north like me, and my soul will come and go between the north and the south. I am familiar and unfamiliar with the South, I am kind and distant from the North, I am familiar and unfamiliar with the South, I am familiar and unfamiliar with the South, I am kind and distant from the North!