2024年度盛典｜英文版《一字乡愁》将参加特别展演｜海内外华侨华人华裔、两岸三地同胞文化交流

A moment the umbilical cord was cut,

A long chasm was unveiled.

A little river, never looking back,

Still flows in the village of old.

A tiny boat moors on the shore of happiness,

Chasing after fleeting memories, like ticket stubs.

A water wheel leaves its grinding stone for tourism,

Never reaching the end of time.



A swallow's nest embodies poetic China,

I won't forget ancient homes with intertwined beams.

A shower of rain dissipates the sorrows of Jiangnan,

Yet gives rise to waves that rise and decline.

A glass of spring water, purified layer by layer,

Still can't fathom a mother's depths, so deep,

A single wheat stalk stands at the village of the digital age,

Drawing the city's gaze around.

A phone call requires no thread, no line,

Yet stirs a gentle warmth, so profound.



A voice, as tender as falling pear blossoms, calls,

"Come back, come back, come back."

Her long hair fills the sky,

She emerges from the countryside in my dreams.

In dreams of the countryside,

She wandered through.

In dreams of the countryside,

She wandered through.