Reflections on imitation teaching of homesick poems

In childhood

Homesickness is a small kite.

I'm at this end

The dream is over there

When I grow up

Homesickness is a long letter.

I'm at this end

Relatives are over there

We'll talk about it later.

Homesickness is a cage layer by layer.

I am outside

Thoughts are in it.

But now

Homesickness is a heavy memory.

I'm at this end

Childhood is over there.