1991年1月5日 黎明时气温45度,天下着雨且雾蒙蒙的。晌午倒是放了一会儿晴。尽管阵阵狂风和暖意令人想起3月,但这光仍旧是1月的:将长长的影子投向树林,在田野和山巅闪耀出一片玫瑰色;云从弛过天空,它因此时隐时现。我几乎能感觉到大地在我脚下旋转。 当我沿着头片地走去,驻足沉浸于这派壮观,仿佛天地间就剩我一人,与那风那光 January 5, 1991 dawn 45 degrees when the weather is raining and foggy. It was fine at noon for a while. Although the bursts of wind and warmth are reminiscent of March, the light is still January: the long shadow cast in the woods, shining a rose in the fields and mountains; the clouds from the sky, so when Hidden now. I can almost feel the earth rotate at my feet. When I walked along the first film, stop immersed in this spectacular spectacle, as if the world is left me alone, with that wind that light