The following is a poem written by Wu Fajun for your reference:
Pilgrims' footprints are deeply imprinted on the stone,
With the years in my heart.
In this ancient city, quiet streets,
I am looking for distant echoes, echoes of history.
From a foggy morning to a scorching afternoon,
Lights from dusk to night.
I look for every stone, every threshold,
Looking for that smile, that lost song.
In the long river of years, how many past events are long,
Leave a short footprint on the beach of memory.
I follow in the footsteps of my ancestors and follow their rhythm.
Pass through the corridor of time and space and feel the ancient feelings.
On the streets of this city, I am looking for,
Looking for that once passion, that eternal love.
Between every brick and stone, I heard them whispering,
Those hidden stories, those long-lost feelings.
I touch the sleeping history with my heart,
Listen attentively to the songs that have never died.
In every corner of this city, I'm looking for it,
Looking for that initial dream, that eternal hope.
In this ancient city, I wander alone,
Looking for that eternal memory, that eternal solo.
I know what I am looking for is nothing,
But that persistent mood is my eternal wealth.
No matter how long the road ahead is, I will keep going.
Whether the scenery ahead is as I think.
I will continue to look for it with this persistent mood.
Looking for that eternal memory, that eternal song.