三天前,他看见那匹马,只一眼,爱已无药可治。马在黎明的地平线上向着太阳驰骋,轮廓金红,但经验告诉他,马是白马。他注视着马的背影起伏又起伏,直至消失。在短短的三分钟里,他经历了爱与离别。他在马离去的蹄声中失魂落魄。蹄声如鼓点敲击,大地的余音不绝,震荡到他的脚心、膝盖,再到他的小腹,在那里盘桓。 Three days ago, he saw the horse, only one glance, love has no cure. The horse gallops toward the sun on the horizon of the dawn, its profile is golden-red, but experience tells him that the horse is a white horse. He watched the horse’s back ups and downs undulating. In just three minutes, he went through love and parting. He was lost in the horse’s hoofs. Hoofs such as drumming percussion, the earth’s reverberation, shock to his feet, knees, and then to his lower abdomen, where linger.