寒秋
寒秋
一場秋雨，半山薄霧，獨立寒秋，看紅葉飄落，人卻永在旅途。韶華易逝，故土難回，遂作寒秋以誌之。
一蓑細雨入寒秋，料峭清風滿翠樓。
落落楓紅平地轉，氤氳霧氣漫天流。
浮生若幻長相望，歲月如詩復遠遊。
天地悠悠何處去，煙波日暮是鄉愁。
寫於 2022年11月1日
Late Autumn
A gentle autumn rain drifted across the mountains, veiling the hills in mist. Standing alone in the chill of late autumn, I watched crimson leaves fall while realizing that life itself is an endless journey. Youth passes swiftly, and the homeland grows ever more distant. I wrote this poem to preserve that quiet moment.
Soft autumn rain embraced the silent hill;
The drifting mist made every moment still.
Red leaves surrendered to the restless breeze;
Like wandering hearts that never truly cease.
Our years drift by like quite streams;
Each road we leave dissolves to dreams.
Where shall I go beneath the fading sky?
The evening tide draws my homeland nigh.
The drifting mist made every moment still.
Red leaves surrendered to the restless breeze;
Like wandering hearts that never truly cease.
Our years drift by like quite streams;
Each road we leave dissolves to dreams.
Where shall I go beneath the fading sky?
The evening tide draws my homeland nigh.