When I grew up,

It changed into a shipping ticket,

A little bit narrow,

To help me sail meet my bride by boat.

And then,

My homesickness turned into a lower tomb.

Outside the tomb I was standing dumb,

Inside it my mother lived as her home.

But now,

My homesickness means the sea beach is shallow.

Still I am on this shore instead of the mainland shore,

Though the sea strait is narrow.

（朱曼华 译）

Homesick

Yu Guangzhong

As a boy,

I was homesick for a tiny stamp,

– I was here,

Mom lived alone over there.

When grown up,

I was homesick for a small ship ticket,

– I was here,

My bride remained over there.

Later on,

I was homesick for a little tomb,

– I was here,

Mother rested over there.

And today,

I am homesick for a shallow strait,

– I am here,

The Mainland lies over there.

（赵俊华 译） 

Nostalgia

Yu Guangzhong

When I was a child,

Nostalgia seemed a small stamp:

“Here am I

And there my mother.”