一那时我在乡下,种完庄稼,无所事事。没事可干时,我喜欢在山坡上游荡、闲逛。更多的时候,我在黄昏,在山坡上独坐,看天上的云朵,移动漂浮,变幻着形状。看血红的残阳,慢慢地掉进山谷。我有时坐在一棵树下,有时坐在一块光溜溜的石头上,仰着脸,很执着,很耐心,不厌其烦地看落日,看到只剩下一抹余晖,看到雾霭从山坡沟里冒出来,在树梢上弥漫,然后拍拍屁股上的尘土,慢腾 At that time I was in the country, planting crops, doing nothing. Nothing to do, I like to wander the hillsides, wandering. More often, I was at dusk, sitting alone on the hillside, watching the clouds in the sky, floating, changing shape. See the blood of the sun, slowly fell into the valley. I sometimes sit under a tree, sometimes sitting on a bare stone, looked up, very persistent, very patient, take the trouble to see the sunset, saw only a glimmer of light, see the mist from the hillside ditch Out, filled in the treetops, and then patted the dust on the buttocks, slow and slow