Homesick乡愁

白浪

When I was a child, my homesickness was a small stamp Linking Mum at the other end and me this. When grown up, I remained homesick, but it became a ticket By which I sailed to and from my bride at the other end. Then homesickness took the shape of a grave, Mum inside of it and me outside. Now I'm still homesick, but it is a narrow strait Separating me on this side and the mainland on the other. 乡愁 小时候，乡愁是一枚小小的邮票，我在这头，母亲在那头。 长大后，乡愁是一张窄窄的船票，我在这头，新娘在那头。 后来啊!乡愁是一方矮矮的坟墓，我在外头，母亲在里头。 而现在，乡愁是一湾浅浅的海峡，我在这头，大陆在那头。