这是我生命中的第19个秋天。时光的落叶在车窗外荒凉的景物中没有方向地飘飞。晃晃荡荡中只有火车海水一样的轰隆声。卡特卧在床上,像一个躺在无边的金色麦田中熟睡的男孩。他的呼吸伴随着潮湿的天气平静地起起伏伏。我闭上眼睛,黑暗就开始摇摆。经过不可预知的旅途,我们会到达那片圣洁的土地。 This is the 19th fall in my life. The fallen leaves of time drift in the direction of desolate scenery outside the car window. Only the rumbling of the train’s seawater sways. Carter was lying on the bed like a boy sleeping in a golden wheat field. His breathing swayed up and down with the wet weather. I closed my eyes and the darkness began to sway. After an unpredictable journey, we will reach the holy land.