小诗一首： 赶路

鹊闹枝头，

铃声叮叮，

惊醒一筐幽梦。

晨雾消散，

朝霞尽染，

映照匆匆脚步。

人在征途，

你我相伴，

几度风雨跨彩虹。

山叠障，

水无穷，

哪里是鸟儿的天空？

只留下赶路的背影。

募然回首，

夕阳西下，

看那万道金色的霞光，

铺平了布满祥云的天庭。

那里就是天上的街市吗？

那里可有人间的美景？

The birds are singing,

The bell is ringing,

Gone with the beautiful dream.

The fog is fading,

The sun is shining,

All the hustle steps in the morning.

On the journey,

You and me,

Ride  on the rainbow,

Drops and winds.

Mountain by mountain,

Waters and seas,

Where is the Heaven

of happy birds?

Only the image,

Of busy trips.

Look back West,

In the sky,

Thousands of lights,

Golden and bright.

Around the Kingdom,

Full of luck.

Is that the city

Of holy and sacred ?

Are there any scenery

Of our countryside ?