Poetry in Hong Kong alone

farewell to Yu Guangzhong in Hong Kong

If parting is a sharp knife

when the green front flashes by

, cut me open. Cut me open

into two painful lotus roots

, which is called

from now on, which means that a silk that was

unbreakable in the middle

will be drawn into a misty horizontal line.

Now the hideous sea lion pounces on me,

spits on my flesh and blood and swallows my ointment;

mother, I cried and howled, but I should not call you.

mother, let me hide in your arms!

mother! I want to come back, mother!

Qinyuanchun Hong Kong Return to China/Baiyun

Sunset in the East, the national humiliation is now snow, and I hate Xiangjiang.

the memory of Humen's smoke is soaring; A gun makes a ship strong, and the next one is rampant.

it's humiliating to lose power and country, and it's painful to set a precedent, and it's fascinating to repeatedly violate the country.

for decades, I, the sons and daughters of China, feel dejected.

Under the Lion Rock in Hong Kong

Once the reform and opening up, it sounded like spring thunder.

every peaceful development is the mainstream of the world; One country, two systems will finally shine.

Macao has a sunny day, Taiwan and the island are homesick, and rivers and mountains unify the country and prosper.

*** Entrepreneurial heroes come forth in generations, creating brilliance again.