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1我坐在露水集结的草丛中,和一群苍蝇拉开了战事。不远处,我的牛儿在草丛中悠然吃草,苍蝇爬满了它的身体,却丝毫影响不了它的好胃口。太阳还没升起来,荒野还在昏昏欲睡,别处的牛铃声穿过厚重的晨曦断断续续地传来,我知道,如果揭铺盖一样揭开这片晨雾,就会看到这样的情景:穿湿漉漉胶鞋、披一身晨露的小伙伴们,坐在一群黑乎乎的苍蝇和牛儿的嚼草声中,他们睡意朦胧,似乎都还沉浸在昨晚那场未做完的美梦中。
1 I sat in the grass gathered in the dew, fought a flock of flies. Not far away, my cow in the grass leisurely grazing, flies covered with its body, but did not affect its good appetite. The sun has not risen, the wilderness is still drowsy, cow bell ringing through the heavy dawn elsewhere intermittently came, and I know that if you open the lid and uncover this morning fog, you will see this scenario: Wearing wet shoes, Phoebe morning dew companions, sitting in a flock of dark flies and cattle chewing, they drowsiness, it seems that are still immersed in last night’s unfinished dream.