古人说：人言落日是天涯，望极天涯不见家。已恨碧山相阻隔，碧山还被暮云遮。晓风残月，游子他乡，乡愁油然而生。一座小桥，一座青山，一缕炊烟，一棵老树，一条小河，还有那盛开的小花，都是可爱、美丽的家乡。一片田野，一坑水洼，暖暖的太阳，飘忽的秋叶，叽叽喳喳的鸟儿，夏日树上聒噪的知了，夜晚吵闹的蛙鸣，总是能够勾起思念家乡的情绪。可最让我牵挂的还是故乡的人儿，雪花千里将飘落，伊人不曾伴身旁，抬头不见明月，思念早已飘去家乡，思念之人尚可安好？
Sing, Ballad-singer, raise a hearty tune;
唱吧，歌谣手，唱出热情的歌，
Make me forget that there was ever a one
让我忘却曾经有过一个人，—
I walked with in the meek light of the moon
每当干完一天活，趁月光柔和，
When the day's work was done.
我常和她同行。
Rhyme, Ballad-rhymer, start a country song;
唱吧，歌谣手，唱一支家乡的歌，
Make me forget that she whom I loved well
让我忘却我最爱的那一个
Swore she would love me dearly, love me long,
她发誓要深深爱我，长久爱我：
Then-what I cannot tell!
后来呢，我没法说！
Sing, Ballad-singer, from your little book;
唱吧，歌谣手，唱你的小歌本，
Make me forget those heart-breaks, achings, fears;
让我忘却烦忧，悲痛和心碎，
Make me forget her name, her sweet sweet look –
让我忘却她的名字，她的甜美，
Make me forget her tears.
忘却她的眼泪。
