1城门敞开着,运水木车、杂役、士兵、送亲队伍,面带古老的表情,络绎穿梭。雄心勃勃的王伫立山岗,俯瞰他的土地臣民,愉悦在内心膨胀,催动他握紧刀剑的手微微颤抖。城门敞开着,我看见他们,听见他们的声音。那些身影如同云朵,在秋天的旷野里亦幻亦真,那些我听不懂的语言,像树林制造的神秘风声。四百年前,他们在这里;四百年后,我和他们都在这里。城已消失,转化、发酵,被爬虫蝼蚁分 1 open the city gate, water wooden trucks, military officers and soldiers, sending pro team, with an ancient expression, an endless stream shuttle. The ambitious king stands in the hills, overlooking the land of his subjects, delight in heart expansion, urging him to grip the sword slightly shaking hands. The gates were open, and I saw them and heard their voices. Those who act like clouds, in the wilderness in the fall is also true, those I do not understand the language, like the mysterious wind in the woods. Four hundred years ago, they were here; four hundred years later, I and them are here. The city has disappeared, transformed, fermented, was reptiles ants ants