Full of homesickness
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Filled with homesickness, the first light of dawn adds a touch of color to the scenery. The wind blows, and snowflakes fly around; it sweeps away the steps, the forests, and the roads. In the cold of winter, work ceases, and everything comes to an end. The elders begin to clean and tidy their homes, offering sacrifices to their ancestors and deities. As for me, I’m still very far from home. Before even speaking, I’m already overwhelmed with homesickness. I reflect on some of the years in my life – many of those moments were like nightmares. There’s no amulet that can save me. As I move forward and breathe, I exhaust all my strength. Life is composed of time and years. In this state of constant uncertainty and wandering, I remain proud, silent, and kind. I deeply love my homeland and never change my identity. I’m like a timid lamb, wandering around in a dangerous pasture. In this tortuous journey of exile, I’m at the mercy of the path, until death
Nostalgia by Yu Guangzhong: As a child, nostalgia was like a small stamp; I was on one side, and my mother was on the other. When I grew up, nostalgia became like a narrow ship ticket – I was on one side, and the bride was on the other. Later on, nostalgia turned into a low grave; I was outside, and my mother was inside. And now, nostalgia is like a shallow strait – I am on one side, and the mainland is on the other