无边的旷野,谁的手伸向幽深?村头老樟树,浑圆高大。不要用陈旧的眼光看未来,那是我经过老樟树时揣出的心得。耕牛时常回头瞥一眼农人手中的鞭子,落叶时常打几个转,飘然而下留念。东村风景,美丽着;西村风景,迁徙到山那边去了。牧童牵来老牛和牛犊,把牛绳牢牢地拴在老樟树下。牛犊无绳。落叶无牵连。 Boundless wilderness, whose hands reach deep? The old village camphor trees, round tall. Do not look at the future with an old look, that is what I learned from my old camphor tree. Cattle often look back glanced at the hands of farmers in the whip, deciduous often hit a few turn, floating under the souvenir. East Village landscape, beautiful; West Village landscape, migrate to the mountains over there. The shepherd boy led the ox and the calf and tied the ox rope firmly under the old camphor tree. Calf cordless. No involvement of the leaves.