When I was a child, my homesick 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 the 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.
(陈文伯 译)
Nostalgia
Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child
Nostalgia is a tiny stamp
I am hither
And Mother is thither
When I become an adult
Nostalgia is a slip of boat ticket
I am hither
And bride is thither
Later on
Nostalgia is a short tomb
I am without
And Mother is within
But now
Nostalgia is a shallow strait
I am hither
And the mainland is thither
(张智中 译)