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那时候,我在吕布隆山上看守羊群,整整几星期都见不到一个人,牧场中只有我独自一人跟我的狗拉布利和一些小羊羔相守,偶尔,虞尔山采草药的隐士从那儿经过,或者看到一张比埃蒙烧炭人的黑脸。但这些都是质朴而沉默寡言的人,由于孤独失掉了说话的兴趣,也完全不知道山下的村子和城镇里人们谈论的事情。每隔15天,我们农庄的骡子才给我运一次粮食来,当我在上山的路上,听到骡儿的铃声,看到村童那机灵的脑袋和诺拉德大娘的红头巾在顶上一点点地现出时,我真是感到幸福极了。总要让他们给我讲一些山下的新闻:谁受了洗,谁结了婚……这一类的事情。
At that time, I watched the flock on the Lumbung hill, and I could not see a single person for a whole few weeks. In the ranch, I was alone with my dog Rabli and some young lambs. Occasionally, the hermits collected by Mt. Pass through there, or see a black face of Aaron’s charcoal. However, these are simple and silent people. Because of the loss of the interest in speaking, they have no idea what the people in the village under the hill and people in the town are talking about. Every 15 days, the farmer’s nephew sent me a grain of food. When I was on the mountain, I heard the bell of the nephew and saw the smart head of the village boy and the red turban of Norad’s aunt on top. When I showed up a little bit, I really felt very happy. Always ask them to tell me some news down the mountain: who is baptized and who is married... this kind of thing.