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
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