瘦成一把鐮刀

收割着云朵

收割着星光

一條炊煙

又讓半彎月亮

鈍了刀鋒

The Crescent Moon by Zhou Jianhao

Into a sickle it does wane

Reaping the clouds

Gleaning the light of star

A spiral of chimney smoke beclouds

The crescent moon afar

To blunt the sickle amain  

Tr. Ziyuzile

實在找不到靈感，只能一邊聽鄧麗君的“又見炊煙”一邊“苦思冥想”- cudgel my brains ....