Huangmaling
I settle my body and soul down in this small town
Its lychee orchards, its streets
A little deck in the assembly line
The rain wets my head, again and again
I rest my ideals, love, dreams, and youth down on it
My lover, sounds, smell, life
In a foreign place, under its dim streetlights
I rush about, covered with rain and sweat, panting
—I put my life into plastic products, screws, and nails
On a small worker’s ID card . . . My whole life
Ah, I give myself to it, a small village
Wind blows away everything that I have
Hoary and old, I return home
Translation from the Chinese