萤萤的油灯袭着一身红晕,影子被摇到左又被晃到右,挂在墙上,像湿漉漉的粉画中一个幽清纯净的梦。已经很难想象,沿着在似与不似之间挣扎中仍顽强不屈地延伸的毛路,踏着无尽的乱榛与荒草,气喘吁吁,在沟沟坎坎里爬摸滚打的我,跌倒了又爬起来之后,现已真实地置身于脚下这片苍凉与冷寂的蛮荒了,置身于“隔天只差三尺三”的武陵群脉中 Firefly oil lamps hit a flush, the shadow was shaken to the left and was swung to the right, hanging on the wall, like a wet silky painting in a pure dream. It is hard to imagine that I walked endlessly in the path of endless struggle between unspeakable and likeness, trembling endlessly with hazel and brushless grass, panting and crawling in the gulch ridge After getting up, now has truly exposure to the desolation of cold and cold at the foot of this wild, and in the “next few days only three feet three” in the Wuling Group pulse