沿着一片杨树叶子的脉络,终于抵达灵魂栖息的故地。明月照亮的故乡在谁窸窸窣窣的脚步声里,独自披一件蓑衣?充斥着青草味的小路,悠悠伸向远方。我在远方,噤若寒蝉。收割后的走田重新长出了嫩嫩的麦芽儿,发黑的麦秆如同往日错综复杂的记忆,羊群过后,是一串歪歪扭扭的小脚印,正如我年轻时写过的诗行。我站在一场秋雨里,浑身冰凉,湿透的故乡今夜何处安眠?小河消瘦的身上浮着数片落叶,起起伏伏的多像唱着儿歌的玩伴,渐渐飘向了远方。那里会是一弯碧波荡漾的港湾,还是波涛汹 Along the path of a leaf of poplar, finally arrived in the habitat of the soul of the land. Bright moon in the hometown where the staggering pace of footsteps, alone in a 蓑 clothing? Green grass flavor of the trail, long stretch to the distance. I am in a distance. After the harvest, Tada reclaims tender tender malts. The black straw, as in past memories, is a crooked little footprints just as I did when I was a young man. I am standing in an autumn rain, covered in cold, wet hometown tonight, where to sleep? Xiao Qian body floating floating a few pieces of leaves, ups and downs more like singing children’s playmates, and gradually drifted to the distance. There will be a rippling blue harbor, or rough