On the third night of the Spring Festival,

We began to meet.

An invisible line,

Connect us.

A cold wind-blown night,

We move slowly.

A warm shrouded cabin,

We talked and laughed.

A feast of joy,

It means that the sea is sworn by the sea.

Seven short days,

Condensed the affection of a fish.

For the prosperity of the motherland,

You embark on a "level" journey.

Next to the lilac tree on the station,

He once left a figure of saying goodbye.

A train running into the distance,

A smiling face that has left you.

now

To the birds flying,

Sing the song of my heart.

May you:

Like a mighty goshawk,

Soar through the vast skies.

May you:

Like a vigorous green pine,

Standing tall in the mountains.

May you:

Like the great communist fighter Lei Feng,

Make a nail that never rusts.

Dedicate your limited life to unlimited service to the people.

Wishing our friendship,

Innocence like snowflakes,

Steady as Tarzan,

Glittering like gold,

Eternal as the sun and the moon!

(Pingqi: Qiqihar - Siping's train)

(March 23, 1972)