记起那年的中秋，蟋蟀在草间啾啾；
                                                                  菊花在秋夜含苞，只差那一泻清辉；
                                                                天空中布满了晚霞，却似与我们捉迷藏。

                                                                   银杏在林中曼舞，和着风铃的乐音；
                                                                   躲在叶间的白果，稀稀落落的散漫。
                                                                   玉盘露了半边脸，如银般挥向大地；
                                                              身在他乡异域的游子，心此时也将回溯远望；
                                                        是谁在银杏树下低吟浅唱，那盘踞着温暖气息的故乡？
                                                                   
                                                                   桂花月饼的香味中，天空终于变得明晰；
                                                                   冲破了一切的朦胧，游子们回到了故乡。
                                                         就连白果也随着风儿婆娑起舞，即使寥寥也有银杏叶的遮挡。