归途这空旷的秋野,是你设下的一席薄凉的盛宴。天空那么高,虫鸣那么小,鸟影那么遥。迷失他乡的诗人,步履零乱,踏响半生的落叶,赴宴。我怀揣一首短诗,在如烟的往事里,寻觅你的芳踪。可是,秋风一吹,我就什么都没有了。独自一人入席。坐定。让一壶老酒慢慢入喉。愁肠百转的寡欢,恰似我醉了的归途。故乡的近与你的远,都是一段艰辛的路途,穷尽一生亦难抵达。 Go home this open autumn field, you set a cool feast. The sky is so high, insects so small, bird shadow so far away. Lost his hometown poets, walking messy, riding half-life leaves, feast. I carry a short poem in the smoke of the past, looking for your way. However, the autumn wind, I have nothing. Attendance alone. Sitting Let a pot of wine slowly into the throat. Feelings of sadness, like I am drunk return. The hometown is far from yours, and it is a difficult journey. It is also hard to reach an end to your life.