预约成功
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，
一大棵树荫下罩着井，又像是心!
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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。
Sadness of August
Lin Huiyin
In a yellow pond there are white ducks swimming,
Only a little taller than human body, sorghums are still green.
How should I put, in my pounding heart,
A narrow path in the field, this sadness in August?
Rains washed the sky clean last night, sun shines
On hills and leaves some shadows;
Sheep follow the shepherd into the village,
A big tree shades a well, or maybe a heart!
No one ever spoke of August, summer is over
And fall isn’t here. I look onto a farmland,
And then at the squashes over the clay wall,
I just don’t understand how life and dream connect.
(海岸 译)
