Nostalgia

When I was young,

Homesickness is a small stamp.

I am here,

Mother is there.

When I grow up,

The nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I am here,

The bride is over there.

Later,

The nostalgia is a short grave.

I am outside,

Mother is inside.

And now,

The nostalgia is a shallow strait of a bay.

I am here,

The mainland is at the end