秋风带着思念吹过洛阳城，黄叶一片一片飘落到地上，放眼望去一片金黄。干枯的树干，让人觉得单调而乏味。
The autumn wind blows through Luoyang city with longing, and the yellow leaves fall to the ground one by one, casting a golden glow on the horizon. The dry trunk makes people feel monotonous and boring.
我孤独地走在小巷里，那么宁静，仿佛只有我一个人。“张兄，这么凉爽的秋日，你为何事发愁啊？”故人问道。我向他诉苦，远离家乡多年，不知年迈的父母过得如何，在这兵荒马乱的洛阳城里，不知何时才能见到亲人。故人笑道：“你需要帮忙吗？我正要回乡，你不妨写份家书，我帮你捎信！”我跑回了家，立刻拿起了毛笔，蘸了墨水，急切地想把多年所受的委屈，对家乡的眷恋，对家人的思念一一倾吐。可刚下笔，却不知从何写起，这时又听到了故人的催促，只好匆匆落笔。过了一会儿，信写好了，却又里面的每一个字都装不下我对家乡的思念。
I walked alone in the alley, so peaceful, as if I was the only one. “ Brother Zhang, why are you worried on such a cool autumn day? ” The old man asked. I confided in him that I had been away from my hometown for many years and didn't know how my elderly parents were doing. In this chaotic city of Luoyang, I didn't know when I would be able to see my loved ones. The old man smiled and said, '; Do you need any help? I am about to return to my hometown, why don't you write a letter from home and I will send you a message! ” I ran back home, immediately picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and eagerly wanted to express the grievances I had suffered for many years, my attachment to my hometown, and my longing for my family one by one. Just as he started writing, he didn't know where to start. At this moment, he heard the urging of his old friend and had to hastily write. After a while, the letter was written, but every word inside couldn't contain my longing for my hometown.
但把信递去时，忍不住又拆开，怕有什么没有写到的，回屋时，又添上了自己对家人的叮嘱，才依依不舍的把信交给了故人。回头望去，那匹白马正在低头等待，那不整的白毛，又好似狼狈不堪的我。那呆滞的目光，又好像漂泊他乡迷茫的我。直到故人上马匆匆而去，只留下孤独的背影时，扬起的沙尘飘入空中，我才恋恋不舍地回屋。
But when I handed the letter over, I couldn't help but open it again, afraid that there might be something I hadn't written. When I returned home, I added my own reminder to my family, and reluctantly handed the letter over to my old friend. Looking back, the white horse was bowing its head and waiting, its disheveled white fur resembling me in a disheveled state. That dull gaze, like me wandering and lost in a foreign land. Until my old friend hurriedly got on the horse and left behind only a lonely figure, the dust and sand lifted into the air, and I reluctantly returned to my house.
一阵秋风拂过，落叶沙沙作响，望着那轮明月，似乎它是我唯一的朋友。“明月有情应识我，年年相见在他乡。”不知明月何时才能照亮我归家的路。
A gust of autumn wind swept by, rustling leaves. Looking at the bright moon, it seemed like it was my only friend. “ The bright moon knows me with emotion, and we meet every year in a foreign land. ” I don't know when the bright moon will light up my way home.