Coming Home
I left home young and not till old do I come back,
My accent is unchanged, my hair no longer black.
The children don't know me, whom I meet on the way,
"Where do you come from, reverend sir?" they smile and say.
回鄉(xiāng)偶書
賀知章
小少離家老大回,
鄉(xiāng)音無改鬢毛摧。
兒童相見不相識,
笑問客從何處來?