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）