夕阳还在,伙伴们不约而同奔向田边,
豆娘收起华丽的翅膀,依靠在稻叶上,随时准备起飞逮捕猎物。
偶尔水中会蹿出几只青蛙,等待夜幕的降临。
Sunset still, friends invariably toward the edge of the field, 
retract the damselfly gorgeous wings, relying on in rice leaves, ready to fly to arrest prey. 
The water will occasionally jump out of a few frogs, waiting for the arrival of the night.
田边的微风透着大自然的味道,大伙挪着比自己还大的石块,
堵住水渠的尽头,水清澈且凉爽,几只脚配合竹竿追逐着落荒而逃的小鱼。
不到一会儿,筛子里就布满活蹦乱跳的银白色。
Tanabe breeze through a taste of nature, everybody move themselves than the big stones, 
end blocked drains, Shuiqing Che and cool, a few feet with bamboo chasing fish fled. 
Not for a moment, a sieve full of silver white alive and kicking.