金黄的稻束金黄的稻束站在割过的秋天的田里,我想起无数个疲倦的母亲,黄昏的路上我看见那皱了的美丽的脸,收获日的满月在高耸的树巅上暮色里,远山围着我们的心边没有一个雕像能比这更静默。肩荷着那伟大的疲倦,你们在这伸向远远的一片秋天的田里低首沉思 Golden rice bunch Golden rice bunch standing in the mown autumn field, I think countless tired mother, on the road I saw the crumpled beautiful face, Harvest day full moon in the towering tree top twilight There is no statue in the distant mountains surrounding our heart that can be more silent than this. Shoulder with that great tiredness, you are in this stretch of field far down in the fall of a meditation