清晰于九月之光里一个人站在树下,看着不远处的一幢小房子。他振动双臂,仿佛他是鸟,也许在向某个我们看不见的人发出信号。他可能在大叫,可是既然我们什么也听不见,他或许并没有大叫。现在,风穿过树木送来一丝颤抖,吹得草丛伏地。那个人双膝跪下,用拳头连续猛击地面。一只狗走来坐在他的身边,那个人伫立,再次振动双臂。他所干的事与我毫无关系。 Clear in the light of September, a man standing under a tree, looking at a small house not far away. He vibrated his arms as if he were a bird, perhaps signaling somebody we could not see. He may be shouting, but since we can not hear anything, he may not shout. Now, the wind sent through the trees a trace of trembling, blowing grass volt. The man knelt on his knees and punched the ground with his fist. A dog came and sat beside him, the man standing, shaking his arms again. He has nothing to do with me.