Poetry in praise of Henan and the Central Plains

Late at night

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.