Chapter 2 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.