寸寸柔肠,盈盈粉泪,楼高莫近危阑倚。平芜尽处是春山,行人更在春山外。——题记将一枚邮票贴在蜡黄色的信封上,随着风,飘向故乡那矮矮的坟墓。将一张船票递到船夫那粗糙的手上,荡着涟漪,和着笛声,漂泊在那一弯浅浅的海峡。每一次读余光中的《乡愁》,总有说不出的愁 Inch Rouchang, surplus Yingfen tears, building Mo near endangered rely on. Pingwu everywhere is Spring Hill, pedestrians even outside of Spring Hill. - Inscription A stamp affixed to the waxy envelope, with the wind, drifting home to the short grave. Pass a boat ticket to the boatman’s rough hands, rippling, and flute, wandering in the shallow bends. Every time I read the “homesickness”, there is always unspeakable worry