急求一篇简单易读的英文故事或诗歌，可以的话最好有录音的，谢谢

When I was a child， my homesickness was a small stamp
Linking Mum at the other end and me this.

When grown up， I remained homesick， but it became a ticket
By which I sailed to and from my bride at the other end.

Then homesickness took the shape of a grave，
Mum inside of it and me outside.

Now I’m still homesick， but it is a narrow strait
Separating me on this side and the mainland on the other.
没别的意思，只想拿去你的两分......附一篇：乡愁

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