这是个秋天的傍晚。
This is an autumn evening.
藤蔓已经干枯了，低垂下来，好似一只枯槁的大手，老树上，缓缓有几片黄叶飘落下来，一只老乌鸦，无精打采地扑打了几下翅膀，落在了树干上。
The vines have withered and hung down, like a withered big hand. On the old tree, a few yellow leaves slowly fell down, and an old crow, listlessly flapping its wings a few times, landed on the trunk.
一切都看起来是如此的凄凉，诚然，也的确如此。
Everything seems so desolate, and indeed, it is so.
向远望去，一条小溪，一座石桥，一间茅屋，一对夫妇，还有一位老妪，看着一个约四、五岁的孩童。
Looking into the distance, there is a small stream, a stone bridge, a thatched cottage, a couple, and an old woman, watching a child about four or five years old.[ wWW.zUoweNbA.NEt ]
他想她们了。
He missed them.
他已经离家三年了。还记得分别时，他的妻子抱着不谙世事的女儿，眼圈红红的，含着一汪泪水，将滴未滴。老母亲拄着木拐，已伏在妻子的肩头，哭得不成样子了。
He has been away from home for three years now. I still remember when we parted ways, his wife held her inexperienced daughter, with red eyes and tears in her eyes, not even a drop. The old mother leaned on a wooden crutch and was already leaning on her wife's shoulder, crying uncontrollably.
荒郊古道上，他牵着一匹瘦马，一直走啊，走啊，好像永远也走不到道路的尽头。他任凭西风撞击着他单薄的身形，冷风灌满了他的袖子，一切都是那么的凄凉。
On the deserted ancient road, he held a thin horse and kept walking, walking, as if he could never reach the end of the road. He let the west wind strike his thin figure, and the cold wind filled his sleeves, everything was so desolate.
走吧，一直顺着古道走下去吧。走到夕阳从西边落下，就到家了吧。
Let's go, keep following the ancient path. When the sunset sets from the west, we'll be home.