黄昏,蜿蜒的山道上,打柴的孩子归来了。他背着满满一背篼柴禾,他背着五彩的晚霞,他背着大山给他的慷慨馈赠,他背着自己用劳动换来的收获。山风一路上梳理他蓬乱的头发;小溪一路上对他讲着悄悄话,鸟儿们一路上依依送别,约他明天再来。 Twilight, winding mountain road, firewood children returned. He was carrying a back full of firewood, he carried a colorful sunset, he was carrying a generous gift to the mountains, he carried his own return in exchange for labor. Mountain breeze combing his disheveled hair along the way; the brook whispered to him along the way, the birds along the farewell, about to come back tomorrow.