我想谈谈实在的美,谈谈人的眼睛,例如山,例如光。阳光下,它很大,它的石壁,它的褶皱,它的沟壑,它的覆盖着易碎的泥土的缓坡,它的雪崩似的滚滚尘埃。它在光的中心,它像盐像玻璃一样闪亮,它岿然不动,独立于高空之中。它身上一切都是那么坚硬,那么真实。它是大地表面致密的一块,是一个隆凸,没有一种活的东西能像它一样。人们可以给它一个名字,如埃布吕斯,或者库赫——伊——巴巴。人们可以谈论它,讲述它的故事,探索它的起源,说说住在它上面的人。人们可以计算它的体积, I want to talk about real beauty and talk about people’s eyes, such as mountains, such as light. In the sunshine, it is large, its stone walls, its folds, its ravines, its gentle slopes covered with fragile dirt, its avalanche-like billowing dust. It is in the center of the light, it shines like salt in glass, it stands still, independent of the high altitude. Everything on it is so hard, so real. It is a dense piece of the earth’s surface, a bulge, there is no living things like it. People can give it a name, such as Ebrous, or Kukh-I-Baba. People can talk about it, tell its story, explore its origins, talk about people who live on it. People can calculate its size,