摘要
在一个伴着些许寒意的秋夜我在旷野中漫步看到那淡红色的秋月挂在篱墙上就像红脸膛的农夫。我不说话，只是点点头，环绕我的是渴望的繁星苍白的颜色像城市孩子的脸庞。
A touch of cold in the autumn night I walked abroad And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge Like a red-faced farmer. And round about were the wistful stars With white faces like town children.
