祈盼守在河边,等待那个远行的人。不觉已是深秋,河流瘦骨伶仃;你比秋月还冰凉,我比白头的芦苇更多一份悲怆。那些涉水者,那些水鸟的翅膀,身影皆无,渡口像一条千年打捞上岸的沉船。我的祈盼依然守着渡口,远处云霞泛出的红光,黯淡的眼里火苗一闪,陡然“欸乃”一声,我锈迹斑斑的眼神,光芒四射。 Hope to keep the river, waiting for the people who travel. Unconsciously late autumn, river bones; you are still cooler than the autumn moon, I am more than a white head of a resentment sadness. Those wadings, those waterfowl wings, figure no one, like a millennium ferry landing ashore shipwrecks. My prayers are still guarding the ferry, clouds glow of red light in the distance, bleak eyes flashes of fire, suddenly I rustled eyes, radiant.