Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
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
homesickness
The song of my hometown is a flute in 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.
hometown
Small mountain village,
Chickens and dogs listen to each other.
Get dressed,
Drive Chai Men.
Welcome guests,
Invite old friends.
Among flowers and birds,
Soak in the spring breeze,
Have a good time.
Recite ancient poems,
Minguet,
Play the clavichord.
Sitting by the window,
Enjoy that song,
Blue sky and white clouds.
The mountains and rivers are clear,
Pine forest on the hillside.
No matter far or near,
There are sheep.
Although in the challenge,
No meritorious military service.
At the foot of Shu Mountain,
Be a civilian.
A game of chess,
A cup of tea,
In ancient and modern times,
Say Qin Shihuang.
Accompanied by singing,
Don't worry,
Don't worry about poverty.
How much affection?
How much hate?
Do not keep it.
The world is rich and colorful,
Why,
Hard to chase?
China has beautiful landscapes,
What's not fascinating?
This feeling is the purest.