乡间的小路如风筝的线
       牵着太阳星星和月亮
       轮流着放飞晨昏

       乡间的小路如小溪
       载着父亲母亲和我们
       流淌过晴雨与光阴

       乡间的小路如潮汐
       涨潮迎来归乡的脚步
       退潮送走远行的背影

       那条路仿佛认得我
       哪怕草长得再高
       哪怕我回去得再少

       只是路的尽头不再有家
       不再有南飞的燕子
       也找不到再次回头的路
      （2022-05-24）

             The country road 
               --By Hong Gan

       The country road is like the string of a kite, 
        holding the sun, the stars and the moon, 
        taking turns to fly dusk and dawn . 

       The country road is like a brook
       carrying Father,Mother and us 
       flowing sunshine and rain with passing time. 

       The country path is like the tides
       The high tides welcome the returning steps home
       The low tides  gaze at the receding figure with tearful eyes.

       That road knows me
       no matter how tall the grass grows
       no matter how seldom I come back 

       However, there’s no home at the end of the  deserted road.
       There are no more swallows flying south.
       And I can no longer find my way back home.
       (May 24,2022)