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.

黃水塘里游著白鴨，

高粱梗油青的剛高過頭，

這跳動的心怎樣安插，

田里一窄條路，八月里這憂愁？

天是昨夜雨洗過的，

山崗照著太陽又留一片影;

羊跟著放羊的轉(zhuǎn)進村莊，

一大棵樹蔭下罩著井，又像是心！

從沒有人說過八月什么話，

夏天過去了，也不到秋天。

但我望著田壟，土墻上的瓜，

仍不明白生活同夢怎樣的連牽。