無(wú)言地坐在深秋的夜晚

　　音樂(lè)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(rùn)的思念  水墨一樣的鄉(xiāng)愁

　　回望的歲月是一脈漸瘦的水流

　　我用力阻擋著北風(fēng)

　　并在飄散的落葉上寫下懷念的詩(shī)句

　　然后擦亮每一顆音符  輕輕地放在耳邊

　　家鄉(xiāng)  一縷炊煙中嫋嫋的記憶

　　千迴百轉(zhuǎn)的愁緒忽明忽暗

　　當(dāng)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(mèng)放入懷中

　　讓疲憊的樹林靜靜地睡去

　　可是誰(shuí)的歌聲又瀰漫而來(lái)

　　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 lea一ves

　　I varnish every musical note

　　And place it carefully by my ear

　　Hometown, an image in the wa一vering 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