Wandering the streets of Kaifeng,
Like a wild dog looking around.
My hometown released me like a kite,
Rails are long ropes.
This 300-year-old Song capital,
Tea shops and restaurants are already crowded with people.
When I was young, I came here looking for money.
Walking around, I saw waving my hands quietly.
The initial hopes of generations have crystallized into a ticket.
I'm here to see the children off in Kaifeng.
Send your own blood to a foreign land,
For a beautiful legend
The smoke from the dining car on the street shows an erratic mood.
Fighting for money and profit is the sharpest scenery here.
Poetry is the biggest mistake in dreaming.
Tears welled up in my eyes when I came to this arid inland.
My body, my mind.
My father,
My ancestors.
I call you in a strange land,
I don't know if I'm weak,
Or is the world too motionless?
Jokes of adult male vendors,
It's in the deep ditch's sauce-colored wrinkles.
The pattern of porridge is like the vicissitudes of the Northern Song Dynasty.
Thick ones can be subdivided into strips.
His rugged physique hides humility to please customers.
I finally found a piece of paper in Zhang Zizun, when I was traveling.
Wandering the streets of Kaifeng,
The cost of tickets began to get some spiritual returns.
Dust on the streets of Kaifeng,
As dense as sunlight.
The joys and sorrows of Kaifeng street,
Come out like a fart.
The palace snacks in Kaifeng are the representatives of Henan's heritage.
The existence of Kaifeng,
Let me and my prehistoric surname,
I remember it until now.
For the best-selling snacks,
I wandered in the streets of Kaifeng.
Come to the heart of this Henan snack,
I beat with my blood vessels.
As soon as I got off the train, I suddenly shed strange and confused tears.
Even the excitement of coming was drowned out.
On the streets of Kaifeng,
I waved when I walked.
My distant hometown,
I'm opening up a battlefield for you.