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.