I have forgotten the title of the poem written by foreigners about Luohu Port.

I've been looking for faces that walked across the Luohu Bridge.

A fishing song of a city In the bright spring, a group of fishermen stepped into the water.

Silently become the most loyal watchman of a bridge.

Homesickness drifting in time finally stopped on a fishing boat by the sea.

In the past thirty years, no one knows the story of a bridge.

How to miss home and settle down on the ferry in spring?

We had an unforgettable encounter with the people who crossed the Luohu Bridge in the spring of a city.

After all, being a witness of a city on the bridge.

How many times have you stood, how many times have you meditated, how many times have you cried.

Standing on the bridge can't hide my painful thoughts.

Clouds in the sky still won't float over skirts wet by the sea in familiar hometown.

I can't escape the fragile tears and drift with my homeland.

On the bridge, I always look forward to the day when the leaves fall to their roots.

Birds in the sky suddenly experienced seasonal pains on the bridge.

The sea is still silent, only simple fishing songs.

After watching the beach for 30 years, I finally crossed a bridge.

Nostalgia in the depths of the soul spreads and grows on the bridge again and again.

The name of that bridge is Luohu Bridge. I don't know the name.

Remember how many people left home for 30 years.

Witness the ancient and vivid story of a bridge.

Did all those people who stood at Luohu Port finally return to their hometown?

Walking through Luohu Bridge, walking through the ups and downs of life.

Everyone standing on the bridge is always so heavy.

And those who stand guard by the Luohu Bridge, they are also trying to look around.

Look across the bridge.

Look at everyone who walks across the Luohu Bridge.

There is also a beautiful hometown across the sea.