在堡子梁头,月亮挂在高高的天空。月亮看见,一个农人挑着一只灯笼在地里拣拾麦粒。风吹来,农人手忙脚乱地捂着灯笼,不小心颗粒掉在地上。拣拾麦粒的人抱头痛哭,哀怨的哭声飘在空阔的大地。月亮听见了,月亮从树梢上走了下来。今夜,苍老的月亮有力气扶起一地的麦子,却拣拾不起一粒掉在地上的麦粒。月亮老了,月亮眼麻了,月亮跳进云朵哭泣。后半夜,一场又一场的雨,述说月亮哭得多伤心。今夜,我想推开云,像推开故乡的木门,递给月亮一条毛巾。 Beam in the fort, the moon hung in the sky. The moon saw a farmer picking up a grain of wheat in a field with a lantern. The wind came, the farmer clutched the lantern in a hurry, accidentally particles fell to the ground. Picking grain people cried, sad cry in the open land. The moon heard, and the moon came down from the treetops. Tonight, the old moon energetically holds up a field of wheat, but can not pick up a grain of wheat fell on the ground. The moon is old, the moon is over, the moon is jumping into the clouds and weeping. The middle of the night, after another rain, said the moon cried more sad. Tonight, I would like to push open the cloud, like the door to open the hometown, handed the moon a towel.