Visiting Montreal

Shannxi Association of Canada

2025/12/3

The sky is azure,

like a love letter from home.

We embark on our Montreal journey, carried by the Qin wind.

The maple leaves at Emerald Lake Villa are ablaze with color,

the shimmering lake stirs up the homesickness of those far from home.

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Long queues form at noodle shops in Chinatown.

The aroma of roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) fills the French-speaking streets.

The refreshing taste of liangpi (cold skin noodles) awakens dormant taste buds.

The taste of home is forever etched in the hearts of those far from home.

The familiar accent is the rope that never leads us astray,

one end connected to the waves of the Wei River,

the other to the moonlight of the Lawrence River.

The people of Shaanxi on the shores of Lake Ontario,

are beating the Ansai waist drum across Quebec.

Eastern and Western cultures collide and blend here.

A group of people performing on a stage.

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Niagara Falls roars with the magnificent power of nature.

The nectar of Hukou Waterfall resonates with the symphony of Chinese civilization spanning millennia.

The maple leaves of Montreal cannot conceal the lingering charm of Qinqiang opera.

The Bell and Drum Towers of Xi'an still softly sing amidst the clouds.

On the streets of Toronto, I recite unfinished verses.

Bloodline in harmony, voice in unison—Montreal and Toronto are one family.