一枚落葉覆蓋

深秋的夜晚

無言地坐在深秋的夜晚

音樂搖漾著恍若隔世的寂寥

有一種惆悵只是一方燈盞

玉一樣溫潤的思念  水墨一樣的鄉愁

回望的歲月是一脈漸瘦的水流

我用力阻擋著北風

並在飄散的落葉上寫下懷念的詩句

然後擦亮每一顆音符  輕輕地放在耳邊

家鄉  一縷炊煙中嫋嫋的記憶

千迴百轉的愁緒忽明忽暗

當午夜的菊花故園一樣開放

她的芬芳  她的美綴滿了酒意

也許該把夢放入懷中

讓疲憊的樹林靜靜地睡去

可是誰的歌聲又瀰漫而來

溫暖我的寂寞又讓寂寞更深

An old autumn night

under a fallen leaf

               by Fangzhu Meng

Silently sitting in the moment of an autumn night

Music reflects ripples of loneliness from another life

The lamp of desolation illuminates

Reminiscence mellow as jade

Nostalgia captured in ink and wash

The reverie of olden days grows thin as I move on

I fend off the northern wind with all my might

Writing verses of fond memories on wandering leaves

I varnish every musical note

And place it carefully by my ear

Hometown, an image in the wavering smoke

Glows upon the winding path of my yearning

When chrysanthemum blossoms at midnight

My old home comes alive, intoxicated in her beauty and fragrance

Maybe it’s better the dream remains in slumber

And the worn-out wood allowed to rest

But whence comes a song

That warms my loneliness and nourishes it