Chapter 43 sorrow in august

White ducks swim in the yellow pond, The sorghum stalks are so green that they are just over the head, How does this beating heart fit, A narrow road in the field, this sorrow in August? The sky was washed by the rain last night, the hills Leave another shadow in the sun; The sheep follow their herders into the village, The well is covered under the shade of a big tree, and it looks like a heart! No one ever said anything about August, Summer has passed, and it is not autumn yet. But I look at the ridges of the fields, the melons on the earthen walls, I still don't understand how life is connected with dreams.