Although Shanghai is prosperous,

I often miss home.

because

Growing up in your native land;

The local accent is in the ear;

Who says a word about his hometown in the vast sea of people,

A wisp of Xia Hong will rise in my heart.

It excites me,

This worries me.

Walking at the forefront of the country,

Tear the unbreakable yarn.

I can't stop dreaming,

Spring buds that can't be taken away.

Wait a minute,

Wait a minute.

Waiting for a heart-to-heart conversation at home,

Waiting for a good story in my hometown.

I wonder if it is advisable to write in a hurry and give a hint.