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.