Near the South Gate of NUDT, Yulin Rice Noodle Shop has been serving for nearly four decades, frequented by both old and fresh NUDTers. The hazy morning light and the steamy aroma of rice noodles has witnessed growth, struggles, and relentless dedication. Today, NUDT students have composed a song to reminisce about that enduring bowl of flavors, singing a melody of youthful dreams with resolve and tenacity.
Song of Yulin Rice noodles
The whistle coming from afar didn’t stay.
Fireflies fluttered and glittered in the moonlight.
Melodious singing drifted in the wind.
Memories are always gentle and tender.
Suddenly I found myself back at Deya Road as if in a trance.
The rice noodles with Laba beans,
and rice noodles coupons set aside for dozens of years,
took away someone’s youth.
Who would stand by me in the green days,
and sing a song for the relentless pursuit of teenage dream?
Who would meet up with me and other friends
for a bowl of rice noodles with meat topping?
The track leads to the end of the sunset.
Lights blur the deep night covered in dense darkness.
Mind wanders in a few words.
We guard the splendor of our nation with sharp intelligence.
Faces with bright and firm eyes pervade the streets of NUDT.
Weave through stalls with a spoonful of hot oil in the early morning.
Simple relish and good taste remain as before,
yet time never turns back.
With soaring aspirations to embrace the world
youths are top-notch.
The bugle sounds under the shining morning stars.
We smooth sleeves in hazy dawn light.
Blue stools witness the cycle of day and night.
Sweat and ink converge into streams.
Holding lofty ideals, we burn the midnight oil and keep moving forward relentlessly,
with raven hair turning to silver strands.
Despite the endlessness of the journey and the vastness of the universe,
we will usher in the dawn of triumph with yields of effort.
We miss the dancing willows on the streets of NUDT.
Upon our reunion, light boats have passed through several mountains at twilight.
Flowing enthusiasm surges in our persistent chase for dreams.
Bearing the cosmos in mind and being clad in armor,
we guard the land of our country.
We miss the dancing willows on the streets of NUDT.
Upon our reunion, light boats have passed through several mountains at twilight.
As TianHe enters our dream, our torch lights up BeiDou.
As time rushes by like the wind, the younger generation has energized the currents of the era.
That old stall that we passed by one more time
dispels someone’s nostalgia.
In the alley where dim lights fade,
immortality of the dedicators is being widely chanted.
Lyrics: Zhu Zhenjin, Wu Shengyaxuan
Composer: Li Rui, Wu Shengyaxuan, Zhu Zhenjin
Vocal: Li Rui, Wu Shengyaxuan, Wang Hongkai, Su Yaqianwen
English Lyrics: Lyu Beini
Author: Wang Hongkai
Art Director: Song Yangxin, Zhou Shou