1在山里,傍晚的风突兀而果断。就像是这个时候,从河边吹来的风,强劲地穿过村庄,沿着村子后面的山脚,一路卷着公路上的尘土和沙粒,还有一些塑料地膜的碎片……像是已经把村庄翻了个遍。在遇见有大片竹林和桐子树的地方,它们就四处乱窜,发出呜呜的声响。山脚下那些废弃的金洞子,就像是一个又一个的缺口,又像是陷阱,到了晚上就变得深不可测。感觉所有声音都会进到那里面去,然后被圈起来,发出嗡嗡震动的声响,在黑夜 In the mountains, the wind in the evening is abrupt and decisive. It was as if the wind blowing from the river was strong enough to pass through the village at this time, along the foothills behind the village, all the way to dust and sand on the roads and pieces of plastic film ... like the The village rolled over and over. In the encounter with a large bamboo and jungle trees where they flew around, issued a whining sound. The abandoned golden hole at the foot of the mountain is like a gap after another, like a trap, which becomes unfathomable at night. Feel all the sound will go in there, and then be circled, buzzing noise, in the dark