黄昏袭来。树被抹去,炊烟被抹去,回家的土狗连同它们脚下的土路一起被抹去。我坐在院边的一块石头上,把我无所事事的目光,全都放了出去。我不知道,蜂拥而至的夜色,正在执行谁的指示。月亮没有出现在这个夜晚里。偶尔有几声鸟叫惊慌失措地跑过来,好像需要我替它们拿个什么主意。我不是这里的主人。这里的夜晚跟我没有关系。有关系的是我坐的这块石头,渐渐有了我的体温。对面的山只剩下了剪影。无论白天还 Dusk hit. The trees are erased, the smoke is erased, and the home dogs are eclipsed together with the dirt road beneath them. I sat on a rock beside the courtyard and put all my eyes on nothing. I do not know who flocked to the night, who is executing instructions. The moon did not show up this night. Occasionally, there are a few birds running around in panickedness, as if I needed something for them. I am not the owner here. The night here has nothing to do with me. The relationship is that I sit in this stone, and gradually have my body temperature. Opposite the mountain only the silhouette. No matter also during the day