远山在呼唤

故山草木西风泣，
黄土几抔把酒余。
眷恋乡音难执手，
惟存祭拜泪如初。

诗：燕淑清   翻译：任诚刚
The Distant Mountains Are Calling
The grass and wood of the old mountains sob in the west wind,
Add a few handfuls of loess and sprinkle glasses of old wine.
Attached to folks long-time absence makes me a stranger here,
Only the tears of worshiping elders are the same as those years.

远山在呼唤

故山草木西风泣，
黄土几抔把酒余。
眷恋乡音难执手，
惟存祭拜泪如初。

诗：燕淑清   翻译：任诚刚
The Distant Mountains Are Calling
The grass and wood of the old mountains sob in the west wind,
Add a few handfuls of loess and sprinkle glasses of old wine.
Attached to folks long-time absence makes me a stranger here,
Only the tears of worshiping elders are the same as those years.