我躺在田野上，怀里抱着八月的乡村。在春雨中撒播的种子，已经长成金色的庄稼，成为乡村最有生机的风景线。在八月，我对一切事物充耳不闻。田野像一张温暖的床，我搂着玉米秆躺在地上。翻飞的蝴蝶在追赶着不知是谁遗落下来的红丝巾。它们欢乐地嬉戏，干扰了我仰望空中游走的? I was lying in the field and holding the August countryside in my arms. The seeds sown in the spring rain have grown into golden crops and become the most viable landscape in the countryside. In August, I turned a deaf ear to everything. The field was like a warm bed. I was lying on the ground with cornstalks. The flying butterflies are chasing red scarves who don’t know who they are. Did they play with joy and disturbed me to look up in the air?