太阳没于夏日草丛,桉树是扭曲的钢铁;牧人在树荫下蹲坐稍歇,一只臂上缰绳牵绕一只手里卷着烟草。马儿静立,牧牛犬在树荫里吐着舌头,平原上有那么一刻时光在将他们仨等候,牧人舔了舔卷烟时光收起太阳的行囊。 The sun is not in the summer grasses, the eucalyptus is twisted steel; the shepherd sat squatting in the shade of a tree, and the reins of one arm rolled the tobacco in one hand. The horse stood still, the bulldog puffed his tongue in the shade, there was a moment in the plain waiting for them, and the shepherd licked the cigarette and closed the sun’s bag.