When thouartold and grey and full of sleep,

　　And sitting in the Binjiang Park, seeing the beauty of sunset and sunrise,

　　And carefully watching the sun, descending over the western hills;

　　Thine eyes had seen so much,

　　And witnessed all the changes,

　　The establishment of Three Gorges Dam, the moment of such a spectacle,

　　The operation of Bus Rapid Transit, the project of such a convenience,

　　The construction of Yichang East Railway Station, the achievement of such a transport hub;

　　How many loved thybeauty with true love,

　　How many created thydevelopment with dedicated spirit,

　　How many admired thysuccess with all hearts;

　　But one man loved the power of soul inthee,

　　And loved the eleganceof thychanging face,

　　And bending down beside the Statue of Qu Yuan;

　　Though he just witnessed firsthand the power of Chu culture,

　　He cannot kiss it, cannot touch it or hold it,

　　What he could do is,

　　Murmurring,a little worriedly,whatthouwill be;

　　It is not a city that he loves,

　　Cities do not feel pain or happiness,

　　They do not love;

　　Though thou were calm and still,

　　Thou love,

　　Beneath thymask there is more than flesh,

　　Beneath thymask there is an idea,

　　Andanideais bulletproof;

　　Verily,

　　This vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose.

　　And Isimply add that it's my very good honor to meet thee...

　　The city full of pleasure and relaxation,

　　The land filled with flourishing and prosperity.

writen by Xinyu Hou