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.”During the later years, Nostalgia turned to be a graveyard:“Here am I And yonder......my mother.”And now at present, Nostalgia looms large to be a channel:“Here am I And yonder......my Continent!”The sorrowful poet wrote by Yu Guangzhong once touched numberless people’s hearts as the narrow strait depart them from each other,Now,the deep nostalgia should vanish away gradually 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. ”During the later years, Nostalgia turned to be a graveyard: “ Here am I And yonder ...... my mother. ”And now at present, Nostalgia looms large to be a channel: “Here am I And yonder ...... my Continent! ” The sorrowful poet wrote by Yu Guangzhong once touched numberless people’s hearts as the narrow strait depart them from each other, Now, the deep nostalgia should vanish away gradually