海岸

In a yellow pond there are white ducks swimming，

Only a little taller than people， sorghums are still green.

Where should I put， in this pounding heart，

A narrow path in the field， this sadness in August？

Rain washed the sky clean last night，

Sun shines on hills and leaves some shadows;

Sheep follow the shepherd into the village，

And shading a well， a big tree looks like a heart！

No one ever spoke of August，

Summer is over， and fall isnt here.

I look onto a farmland， and then at the squashes over the earth wall，

I just dont understand how life and dream connect.

黄水塘里游着白鸭，

高粱梗油青的刚高过头，

这跳动的心怎样安插，

田里一窄条路，八月里这忧愁？

天是昨夜雨洗过的，

山岗照着太阳又留一片影;

羊跟着放羊的转进村庄，

一大棵樹荫下罩着井，又像是心！

从没有人说过八月什么话，

夏天过去了，也不到秋天。

但我望着田垄，土墙上的瓜，

仍不明白生活同梦怎样的连牵。