-----YuGuangZhong

When I was a child,
Nostalgia seemed a small stamp:
"Here am I
And there ……my mother."

Then I was a grown-up,
Nostalgia became a traveling ticket:
"Here am I
And there……my bride."

---Li Bai

I yearn for one
Who's in Changan.
In autumn crickets wail beside the golden rail;
The First frost, although light, invades the bed's delight.
My lonely lamp burns dull, of longing I would die;
Rolling up screens to view the moon, in vain I sigh.
My flower-like beauty is high
Up as clouds in the sky.