Nostalgia

When I was a boy
Nostalgia was a tiny stamp
I was at this end
My mother at that

When I grew up
Nostalgia was a slim steamer ticket
I was at this end
My bride at that


Years later
Nostalgia was a squatty tomb
I was out
My mother was in


But now
Nostalgia is a shallow strait
I am at this shore
The mainland is at that

--- Yu Guangzhong