On the full moon night, looking at the bright moon in the sky, my grandfather who lives in Singapore not only burst into tears, but also recited Wang Wei's poems in a low voice.

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Don

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

This is what it feels like to be homesick in a foreign land.