I Remember My Blue Stone Slabs Juvenile Poem by Haiqing Hua

想起童年的青石板
I remember my blue stone slabs juvenile
华海庆Oliver Hua
February 8th,2018

想起童年的青石板
全部缘起一张老照片
潇潇寒风里的画面
一群青春懵懂美少年

故乡的老照片
童年的青石板
老街里弄冰棒的清爽
工厂门房冷饮的甘甜

日照月影下的童年啊
暑夜乘凉的人群
跨栏背心
白色的衬衫

月上高楼有靓丽倩影重重
沙帐外的昆虫飞蚊
铜壶的茶水
檀木的条案

青石白瓦的小巷
香味扑鼻的糯米饭
都是我的童年
往事从青石板上走回来
 

I remember my blue stone slabs juvenile
Oliver Hua
February 8th,2018

I remember the blue stone slabs juvenile
It all started from an old picturesque
The scenery was whistling with cold wind
There were a crowd of ignorant juveniles

An old picture of my home country
The blue stone slabs in my juvenile
The ice lolly in the old street was light and brisk
The cool drink by the factory gate was so sweet

That was my juvenile with sunshine and moonlight
That was the relaxing crowd in a summer night
Remember those old fashion hurdle vests
The then-popular cotton shirt so white

Remember the moon layered beautiful shadows from the mansion it climbed
There were insects and mosquito outside of net fabric
The tea water boiled inside a copper pot
They were put on the narrow table sanders made

Blue stone white roof made up a small lane juvenile
The fragrance of glutinous rice assailed my nostril
Those were all my juvenile
The blue stone slabs carried the history walked back