Homesickness

-- by Yu Guangzhong

In my childhood,

Homesickness was a small stamp.

I was here.

And my mother was over there:

When I grew up,

Homesickness was a narrow ship-ticket.

I was here

And my bride was over there:

And then

Homesickness was a small tomb.

With me outside

And my mother inside:

But now,

Homesickness is a shallow strait.

I am on this side.

And the mainland is on the other side.