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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. 回乡偶书
贺知章 小少离家老大回，
乡音无改鬓毛摧。
儿童相见不相识，
笑问客从何处来？ | 
