黄昏把疲惫的昏暗掷给了我,我不愿接纳。转身却看见,走了八年的母亲,还站在有些疲惫的村口,银丝飘了一下,两下,一层薄明开始抖动,纷纷落地……等待最后演出的牵牛花和苜蓿草,接住了一声轻咳。母亲“咕咕咕”地唤她贪玩的翠花鸡;不听话的鸡,躲在暗处,一个劲地啄食黄昏的眼睛。整个乡村有些点点暗红,苍茫的脸上刻着燃烧的火星,我始终看不清,这是不是童年的游戏。蜘蛛一个寺庙,生活着一群蜘蛛。 Dusk tired dusk throw to me, I do not want to accept. Turned and saw it, walked eight years of the mother, still standing in some tired village, silver floating a bit, twice, a thin start jitter, one after another ... waiting for the final performance of morning glory and alfalfa, then Live a light cough. Mother “Cuckoo” to call her playful jade chicken; disobedient chicken, hiding in the dark, pecking twilight eyes. Something dark red across the country, the burning face of the vast carved Mars, I can not see clearly, this is not a childhood game. Spider A temple, living with a group of spiders.