山醫七年制畢業十六週年誌兼懷濟南
山醫七年制畢業十六週年誌兼懷濟南
少年決志出鄉關，四海英俊會濟南。
青青齊魯鍾神秀，滾滾黃河上雲端。
讀書萬卷通今古，學思之間慕聖賢。
朝宗泰岱凌絕頂，通幽禪意拜靈巖。
寒窗同道整七載，倏然已歷十六年。
別離宴上猶青澀，於今兒女繞膝前。
投身醫路無反顧，遍嘗本草不辭難。
辛苦耕耘常濟世，個中酸辣有誰憐。
為接元氣過洋海，身經造化登祭壇。
浮生碌碌奔波遠，故土悠悠入夢田。
古來萬事東流水，問君天涯何時還。
家家泉水垂楊柳，處處荷花點齊煙。
河邊故老忙博弈，街旁新婦自管弦。
滄桑閱盡難忘本，願歸山水隱故園。
寫於 2015年6月30日
Remembering Jinan
Written on the sixteenth anniversary of graduating from the seven-year medical program at Shandong Medical University. Looking back on youth in Jinan, years of medical training, a career that led across the Pacific, and an enduring longing for home.
As boys we left our homes with hopeful eyes;
In Jinan met where youthful promise lies.
The hills stood green, the Yellow River wide;
Its rolling clouds became our constant guide.
We sought old wisdom written through the years;
Great minds became the voices in our ears.
We climbed Mount Tai above the morning light;
And found stillness where Lingyan crowned the height.
Seven years passed like pages turned by air;
Sixteen have flown beyond our youthful care.
Once shy at parting, scarcely fully grown;
Now children gather where our seeds were sown.
We chose the healer's path without retreat;
Its bitter herbs made every trial complete.
Through quiet toil we served both weak and strong;
The road was hard, yet hope endured along.
Across the seas we crossed to seek new light;
Life's altar called us onward through the night.
Life hurried on through labor, loss, and gain;
My native fields still blossom after rain.
Like flowing rivers all our days depart;
Yet Jinan keeps its spring within my heart.
Where willow shades embrace the ancient streams;
Lotus blossoms still return within my dreams.
Old friends still gather where the rivers wind;
Soft songs still drift upon the evening wind.
When all is done and worldly journeys cease,
I'll seek my native hills in quiet peace.
In Jinan met where youthful promise lies.
The hills stood green, the Yellow River wide;
Its rolling clouds became our constant guide.
We sought old wisdom written through the years;
Great minds became the voices in our ears.
We climbed Mount Tai above the morning light;
And found stillness where Lingyan crowned the height.
Seven years passed like pages turned by air;
Sixteen have flown beyond our youthful care.
Once shy at parting, scarcely fully grown;
Now children gather where our seeds were sown.
We chose the healer's path without retreat;
Its bitter herbs made every trial complete.
Through quiet toil we served both weak and strong;
The road was hard, yet hope endured along.
Across the seas we crossed to seek new light;
Life's altar called us onward through the night.
Life hurried on through labor, loss, and gain;
My native fields still blossom after rain.
Like flowing rivers all our days depart;
Yet Jinan keeps its spring within my heart.
Where willow shades embrace the ancient streams;
Lotus blossoms still return within my dreams.
Old friends still gather where the rivers wind;
Soft songs still drift upon the evening wind.
When all is done and worldly journeys cease,
I'll seek my native hills in quiet peace.