Home is so far away it seems like a dream to me now, but it is still calling me. So now, after more than 20 years, I am taking up my pen to write about it, to ease my homesickness. It's a Sunday afternoon, and the autumn sunlight is dancing through the willow trees. I'm drinking tea and flipping through an issue of Sinorama that was shipped to me.
家山萬里夢依稀，回首向來處，故鄉依舊在呼喚我，於是二十多年後重拾文筆，至少通過這枝筆和故鄉建立些聯繫，以慰鄉愁...... 一個秋陽徘徊在柳條眉葉之間的假日午後，品著香茗，翻閱著海運寄來的光華雜誌。