远山在呼唤

故山草木西风泣，

黄土几抔把酒余。

眷恋乡音难执手，

惟存祭拜泪如初。

（诗：燕淑清  翻译：任诚刚）

TheDistant Mountains Are Calling

The grass and wood of the old mountains sob in the west wind,

Add a few handfuls of loess and sprinkle glasses of old wine.

Attached to folks long-time absence makes me a stranger here,

Only the tears of worshiping elders are the same as those years.

不错！

谢谢老师点评，问候握手。