Yu adapted the nostalgia in the light into another poem

When the wind rises. The lotus flower is like a trembling old man.

The heart is in the flowers. Strong in the water.

When the wind stops. The lotus flower resembles a slim maiden.

The heart is in the flowers. Showy in the water.

At sunrise. The lotus flower is like a pure child.

The heart is in the flowers. Sleeping position in the water.

At sunset. The lotus flower is like a weary bird.

The heart is in the water. The petals are in the water.

I know a little bit about what this friend said, and the poem is as follows:

Homesickness" in the afterglow.

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp.

I'm on this side, and my mother is on the other side.

Growing up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end and the bride is on that end.

Later, nostalgia is a low grave.

I'm outside, my mother is inside.

And now nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this side, and the continent is on the other side.

Four Rhymes of Nostalgia".

Give me a scoop of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water.

Wine-like Yangtze River water.

The taste of drunkenness.

It's the taste of nostalgia.

Give me a scoop of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water.

Give me a begonia red, ah begonia red.

Blood-like begonia red.

Burning pain of boiling blood.

It's the burning pain of homesickness.

Give me a begonia red, ah begonia red.

Give me a piece of snowflake white, snowflake white.

The letter is as white as a snowflake.

Waiting for a letter from home.

It's the waiting of nostalgia.

Give me a piece of snowflake white, snowflake white.

Give me a plum fragrance.

Mother-like plum fragrance.

Mother's fragrance.

It is the fragrance of the countryside.

Give me a plum fragrance.

I only know these two paragraphs, good luck! ~~

When I was a child, the goal was a high degree, I was working on it, and my mother was smiling.

When I grow up, my goal is a steady income, I'm working hard, and the bride is smiling.

Later, the goal was a big villa, I was working on it, and my mother was smiling.

And now, the goal is a green land, I am working hard, and the mainland is smiling.

Is that okay.

As a child, happiness was a common color.

The candy is on this end, and the game is on the other side.

After graduation, Happy is a national treasure-level panda.

The test paper is on this end, and the transcript is on the other end.

And now, happiness is an endangered animal.

Homework is on this side, and parents are on this side.

Later, happiness is a flightless bird.

I'm on this side, and the birds are on the other.

I provide poems for everyone's reference).

Homesickness" in the afterglow.

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp.

I'm on this side, and my mother is on the other side.

When I grow up. Nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end and the bride is on that end.

Later, ah. Homesickness is a low grave.

I'm outside, my mother is inside.

And now nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this side, and the continent is on the other side.

Marriage. When I was young, my two neighbors shared a city, and we were childlike.

Childhood bamboo circus flowers.

After school. We both went to middle and high school together.

Love is hazy. When you meet, your face blushes first.

Graduated. We are looking for different jobs.

Audio is intermittent. I miss and lick a lot of affection.

Until now. There is a house and a car, and there is a pocket surplus.

The fate has been decided. Just wait for the auspicious day to shine.

Childhood. Dreams are a bird in the sky.

I'm on the ground. It's in the sky.

When I grow up. Dreams are a table lamp that never sleeps.

I read at night. It counts down to the calendar before the bed.

Later, ah. Dream is a warm smile.

I'm in my heart. It's in every bit of my life.

When Lao Tzu first came, he was half-pennied and lived in the dormitory of Peking University. I'm inside, Chen Duxiu is outside.

Half a year later, Rijin 50 rented a basement in Babaoshan. I'm outside, and the martyrs are inside.

Now, my buddy is unemployed, renting a bungalow in Tongzhou and sleeping on the same bed as the Forbidden City. I'm here, Cixi is there.

It's very interesting to find it on the Internet.

Homesickness" in the afterglow.

Original text: When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp, I was at this end, and my mother was at that end.

When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket, I was at this end, and the bride was at that end.

Later, nostalgia was a low grave, I was outside, and my mother was inside.

And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait, I am at this end, and the mainland is at that end.