A bright moon hanging in the sky. This cloud is very low, the moon close.
Tomorrow is the fifth. From a small town in Wenzhou city Qinba, I left home now for a month.
Sitting on the soft grass, the cool sea breeze blowing
electrical supplies never far away, faint voice from far away.
Looked at the moon, sad thoughts like that, like the full moon of children Seiki blew Montreal, Montreal, silver, sorrow Montreal, Montreal, homesickness.
Long time no home, and did not think homesick homesickness is so strong.
Reading in the village primary school, morning to evening, been away from home. Junior high school work in his father, with his father to school, room and board with his father, listening to stories his father back home, there is no feeling of separation. The secondary school, the home to the county, went to junior high school classmates, and her father often used to meet the gap into the city to the school to see me,
wholesale fashion very little homesick. Occasionally want to walk to the playground or sit, or to the reading room to read. I like reading, is the time in the habit Teachers. Later, in college, back to the NORMAL work, a bit farther from home, but more free time soaking in the reading room, only occasionally homesick.
Feelings of homesickness, and today especially strong, perhaps too far this time out, perhaps no longer young, perhaps less concerned about a young man.
Youth do not know real depression, love the upper floor, upper floor, love, write poetry that worry. Now know to make real depression, Unspoken, Unspoken, but Road Good word, like in real good! Perhaps the word has always been home for my career in middle-aged person, etc. written.
With the sea wind blowing away the song, I looked at the month, listen:
"Moonlight suspected Luoshuang water, hope that the moon and think of home. The dream home of relatives Light asked, How are you doing to well-being? The fragrance of flowers is the home, home on a bright, walking thousands of miles away thousands of miles, get out of loving you eyes. home ah home, looking forward to an early return to your side. "
I quietly miss, miss home.
Hometown cloud high. Home of a long month....
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