Someone spoke of a place during summer break,
Called Kanpo, truly mysterious,
Hard to find in Rende,
Down a lane with a family barbershop.
Tonight's search was in vain,
The area was dim and lifeless,
So we turned to another place,
On Linsen Road, Huangzhen stood.
Ordinary stir-fry, not worth introducing,
Greens and braised pork on the round table,
Oysters, shrimp balls, and fatty intestines,
Winter melon with clams for a feast.
Nine classmates full after the meal,
Bought some beer and whiskey,
By Chenggong Lake, chatting about life,
True friends need not be sought.