我梦见一个血色的黄昏,我沿一条晚霞铺满的大河走。大河好宽阔啊,对岸就连在晚霞里。我在岸上,脚下是无尽的碎石河床,我不知道我去哪,我只是拖着自己的黑影子在走。在一个开阔的渡口,我停下来,因为遇见一位老婆婆。她的白发被夕光染成了红色,脸也成了红色。她在工作,在洗手绢一样的东西。我走过去,发现她在洗脸皮,一张张软沓沓的,有点儿像达利画的变形了的钟表。她说这是她在人群中捡到的脸皮,我居然认识当中的一些脸皮。我没有惊讶,她笑眯眯的表情让我不再恐惧。我开始帮助她洗脸皮,我快乐地抖动着手帕般的脸皮,洗 I dreamed of a bloody twilight, I walked along a river covered with a sunset. Broad rivers, ah, the other side even in the sunset. I am on the shore, at the foot of endless river bed, I do not know where I go, I just dragged my own shadow in the walk. In an open ferry, I stopped because I met an old lady. Her white hair was dyed red in the evening, her face turned red. She is at work, doing things like handkerchiefs. I walked over and found that she was washing her face, a delusional, somewhat distorted clockwork like Dali’s. She said it was her face picked up in the crowd, I actually know some of them. I was not surprised, her smiling expression let me no longer fear. I began to help her face wash, I happily shaking handkerchief-like face, wash