Author: Yu Guangzhong
Original: When I was a child
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
Author: Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is the flute of Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After separation
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
AoHongliang's homesickness
Original text:
Tears of missing hometown
Falling under the eaves of rainy days
In a bowl
fan li
Swallow into the stomach
Drunk and homesick
Drunk in a dream
Dreams are in the countryside.
This is a reed flute.
Sing in the hearts of homesick people
Hope to adopt!