Thank you and a try for the poem you posted.

This is another song I love - from the people, for the people.

 

岭外音书断，

Cut off, from the other side of the lofty ridge.
经冬复历春。

Again, comes vernal equinox following winter. 　　
近乡情更怯，

Mounting, is the trepidation, closer to the village,　　

不敢问来人。

Lost, are the words, in front of a visitor.