今天,是满月,一如几年前那一夜一样。我依旧站在这座石峰上,如今竟多了一份坦然,山下的狼群开始散去,远远的长嚎仍旧在我的耳际萦绕,似是天人永隔前的序曲。我又一次想起了老狼王死前的那双眼睛,澈亮澈亮的眸里,完完全全的满足,“你以后的路更多的是责任,别忘了,你站在高处”。自从降生在一个平凡的狼窝,我就意识到杀戮和危机,太多的狼崽需要生存,而我作为其中之一不得不摒弃同情,我学着生存,变得狡猾,变得残忍:常常连续奔跑几个小时只为捉到一只筋疲力尽的羚羊;常常装死来吸引秃鹰以抵过饥饿的痛感;甚至将獠牙嵌入同伴的喉管,咀嚼流油的血骨。 Today is the full moon, just as it was a few years ago. I still stand on this pinnacle, and now even more a frank, the wolves began to disperse the mountains, the long howls are still lingering in my ears, seems to be the prelude to the eternal silence. I once again think of the eyes of the old Garnett death, Che bright eyes, complete satisfaction, “the road you are more responsible, do not forget, you stand high ”. Since I was born in an ordinary wolf’s nest, I realized that killing and crisis, too many wolves need to survive, and as one of them I have to abandon the sympathy, I learned to survive, become cunning, become cruel: Often Running for hours on end just to catch an exhausted antelope; often dead to attract vultures to withstand the pain of hunger; and even fangs embedded in the companion’s throat, chewing the bloody bones.