Forty days alone in the northeast,
From top to bottom to Dalian,
A city with stories,
Memories and nostalgia surge.
I remember first heading east,
Staying at a hotel in Harbor Square.
Going north to Jinshitan,
Cracked rocks from hundreds of millions of years ago.
Then south to Laohutan,
Arctic animals appear before my eyes.
West to Lüshun Port,
The Beiyang Fleet recalls those years.
Evening in the Venice Water City,
Strolling leisurely at Xinghai Square.
Fountains spray through the night,
Hoping to meet again someday!