Bai Ya Huang swimming pond, Sorghum stem oil's just above your head blue, This is how the placement of the heart beat, Field of a narrow road, in August this sorrow? Days of rain last night, washed, and hills Remain a shining sun and shadow; Sheep follow the shepherd turned into the village, The shade of a large tree covered well, and like mind! No one said anything, then in August, Summer is over, not until the autumn. But I looked at the ridge, melon on the walls, Still do not understand what life with a dream even pull.