Thinking of Henan
Thinking of dried sweet potatoes
Thinking of noodles on a stick in my hometown
When I was young and studying
It was my mother's hot pancakes
that nourished you
Making you grow taller and taller
And then far away from home
Late at night
Thinking of your hometown in Henan
Thinking of your hometown's small pond
Thinking of your hometown's wheat farm
In that innocent age
It was the pallets of straw that piled up the humdrum of experience
That made you daydream of the future
Late at night
Thinking of your hometown in Henan
The big The ashtray has been emptied a few times
still too late to hold the unbridled nostalgia
Though not far away is the small station on the Lanxin-Longhai line
The steel road stretches out to the Central Plains
You know
that the road back home is so far away
You've been trekking on this road for ten years
Late at night
Thinking of your old home in Henan
Makes you think of the future.
Thinking of Henan, my hometown
Thinking of my old father
When I left him, he was still a strong man who could carry a load on his shoulder and his hands
He must be old by now
Thinking of my thin mother
The trembling hand groping for the three meals of the day
The handkerchief contains a photograph of my son from ten years ago
There must still be a dried-up picture of him drying under the eaves of the old house. I'm sure there are still dried sweet potatoes drying under the eaves of the old house
There must be more than a dozen bunches of them when you count them
There must still be charred potcakes in the ever-warm stove pot
Mother must have used father's polished stick flour to make the potcakes
Late at night
Reminiscing about your hometown of Henan
You're always thinking about Central China in the depths of your heart
In the haze, you feel as though you're riding on a boat in the middle of a river, and you're thinking of your family.
It's like taking a train to Zhengzhou Station
There are so many people there
Why else would there be Asia's largest railroad station
In the crowd of people
You feel that everything is so familiar and new
The people there are so kind
If only there were 5,000 years of civilization here
Why would civilization have been so important to us
It is so important to me to be here.
How would you like to stay at the newly renovated Century Garden Hotel
But you are very much in love with the bright lights of the provincial city at night
How would you like to go into a restaurant to eat a feast
Then you think of a big bowl of lamb chowder
How would you like to go into the Grand Theatre to listen to the symphony of spring
But then suddenly you think of the unforgettable Bang Bang opera
What is it about the city that makes me realize that I've been away for a long time?
Late at night
I think of my hometown in Henan
I think of the skyscrapers in the capital of the province
That kind of height often reminds you of the roots of a big tree
The highway leading to the city and the countryside is a branch of the tree
It leads to civilization and wealth
This is just like the ribbon that my mother used to bring me back home. Like a mother in her hometown holding the heart of a traveler with a ribbon
Friends and family call
A letter is also sent through the Internet
Hometown has changed
Hometown has become rich
If you come back
The highway has long been open to the villages
Brand new buses go to and from the city and the countryside
Even the iron bus that hasn't worn new clothes for more than 10 years in the past TieDanEr,
who hadn't worn any new clothes for more than ten years, has now set up a clothing town
The old people in my hometown are living happily
The young people in my hometown are prospering
Why do you still want to roam far away from home, O wanderer
Late at night
Thinking of my home town in Henan
A sudden burst of hot air rushed to my heart
If I come back to my hometown, I'll be able to go back to my hometown, where I was born. p>Tomorrow, as long as it doesn't snow
No
Not even snow can stop you
You must run to that small station
From there, I will return to my hometown
You believe that at that time
In front of the modernized city and the rich countryside
In front of the warm, simple people and the tourists who are happy to see me
Ten years of yearning for home, I have been thinking of my hometown. Ten years of pent-up nostalgia
will surely vanish in an instant
Return, wanderer
This is your mother's gentle call
You've made up your mind
The time is tonight
Tomorrow
The first thing your mother sees when she opens the door to the house is your son's smiling, weathered face
At this moment, you can see the face of your son, who has been through so much.
This moment
If someone took a picture
it would be the most beautiful moment in the world
If someone wrote a poem
it would be the most moving poem in the world
Late at night
Thinking of my hometown, Henan
This line is also the first time that I've seen my son's face in the morning. This one is also one of the poems from the 06 Henan radio station's "Feeling the New Henan - The Moon is Brighter Tonight" poetry recital. It's a bit long, so you can modify it and delete a few paragraphs as you see fit.