九月，想起故乡

诗/谁与我醉明月

一定有几行潦草的炊烟

栓住了村庄的犬吠

在九月，想起故乡

我的心，被一阵雁鸣啄疼

婉延的石羊河畔

高梁的火把指引着秋风的方向

玉米林热烈的掌声

一定是献给大地的颂词

一片芦苇被乱云压着

她们颤动着白发，低低的喘息

像一曲熟悉的童谣

夜夜萦绕在无眠的梦里

September, I Think Of Homeland

by ShuiYuWoZuiMinYuen / Tr. by Lily

There must be a few lines of scribbled smoke

In the village which tie up the bark of dogs

In September, I think of homeland

My heart was hurt by the pecking of wild goose honk

Along the winding Shiyang River shore

The torch of sorghum is guiding the autumn wind

Corn plants are ardently applausing

It must be the eulogy dedicated to the earth

A field of reeds is pressed by riotous clouds

They’re quivering with gray hair and lowly gasping

Like a familiar nursery rhyme

Lingering in the dream of the sleepless every night