This is/Beijing at 4: 8,
an ocean/turn of hands;
it's/Beijing at 4: 8,
a loud/majestic whistle/long whistle.
Beijing Railway Station/tall building,
Suddenly/violently shaking.
I looked out of the window in surprise.
I don't know/what happened.
There is a sudden pain in my heart. It must be
that my mother/buttoned needle and thread/penetrated my heart.
At this moment, my heart/becomes a kite, and
the string/of the kite is in my mother's hand.
The rope/tension is so tight that it will break.
I have to stick my head/out of the window lattice of the carriage.
Only then, only then,
did I understand/what happened.
-waves of farewell,
about to be swept away/the station;
Beijing/under my feet,
has/has moved slowly.
I waved my arm again/to Beijing/,
thought about it/grabbed his collar,
and then/shouted to her loudly:
Always remember me, mom, Beijing!
I finally/caught something,
I don't care whose hand it is, I can't let it go,
because/this is my Beijing,
this is my/last/Beijing.
December 2, 1968