柏油马路起伏不止,马路像是贴在海浪上。我走在这条山区公路上,我像一条船。这年我十八岁,我下巴上那几根黄色的胡须迎风飘飘,那是第一批来这里定居的胡须,所以我格外珍重它们,我在这条路上走了整整一天,已经看了很多山和很多云。所有的山所有的云,都让我联想起了熟悉的人。我就朝着它们呼唤他们的绰号,所以尽管走了一天,可我一点也不累。我就这样从早晨里穿过,现在走进了下午的尾声,而且还看到了黄昏的头发。但是我还没走进一家旅 Asphalt road ups and downs more than the road like the waves attached to the sea. I am walking on this mountain road, I am like a boat. I was 18 years old. The yellow beard on my chin was fluttering in the wind. It was the first beard to settle here, so I took special care of them. I walked all day on this road and had seen it A lot of mountains and a lot of clouds. All the mountains of all the clouds, reminds me of the familiar people. I called for their nickname toward them, so I was not at all tired despite the day's walk. I just passed through in the morning, now went into the end of the afternoon, but also saw the evening hair. But I have not yet entered a brigade