时间仿佛停止了,等待小船驶过。童年在阳光洒满的山坡上,他久久地仰卧,他父亲就住在紧靠山坡的那间小屋。四野已听不到万种微弱的声息,唯可 见,幽暗的小岛茫茫密布。在他僵卧的四周,一动不动睡朴灰色的碎石,愈近黑夜,它们愈寂然。野草在远处掷下笔直的身影,坡下的屋子里,妈妈在 Time seems to have stopped waiting for the boat to pass by. Childhood sunshine on the slopes, he supine long time, his father lived in the hut close to the hillside. Shino has not heard ten thousand kinds of weak sound, we can only see, the darkness of the vast clouds. Around him in a stiff, motionless parkland gravel, the more they come, the more they are silent. Weeds in the distance thrown straight figure, the slope of the house, the mother in