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几年前的一个夏日的上午,我在山里清理灌木,已经干了好几个小时,打算坐下来吃午饭。我在一根圆木上坐下,打开三明治,俯瞰着崎岖的山道,两条湍急的小溪合流形成一个清澈的深潭,而后咆哮而下,直入一条树木丛生的峡谷。 我的田园梦正待圆满之时,一只蜜蜂开始在我周围鼓噪不已。定睛看去,不过是只普普通通的蜜蜂,大约是来吃“野餐”的,我不加思索地把它拨拉开。 蜜蜂却毫不畏惧,转回来继续在我身边嗡嗡。这时,我已完全失去了耐性,用手把它拍落,再用脚嘎吱嘎吱地把它踩进脚下的沙地。
On a summer morning a few years ago, I cleaned the shrubs in the mountains and spent several hours in the mountains intending to sit down and have lunch. I sat down on a log and opened the sandwich overlooking a rugged mountain trail, where the two raging streams merge to form a clear, deep pool before roaring down into a forested canyon. My bee garden dream awaits completion when a bee begins to ring around me. Looking intently, but only ordinary bees, about to eat “picnic”, I pulled it without hesitation. Bees did not fear, turn around and continue to buzz around me. At this moment, I had completely lost patience, took it off by hand, and then creaked it into the sand under it.