不眠之夜昨天晚上,巨大的叫声又一次惊醒了斯科特。叫声冷酷、凄惨、尖锐,沿着绿油油的山丘在山谷中回荡。一个月以来,每天晚上都是如此,今晚也不例外。斯科特起床,双手撑在卧室窗户的窗台上,向外面看。弟弟问他:“你想上哪儿去啊?”“哪儿也不去。回去睡觉吧,现在天还没亮。” Sleepless night last night, a huge cry woke Scott again. Calm, miserable, sharp, echoing in the valley along the green hills. This is true every night for a month, and tonight is no exception. Scott got up, his hands on the windowsill in the bedroom window, looking out. My brother asked him: “Where do you want to go?” “Do not go anywhere, go back to sleep, and it’s still dark.”