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我是一只老鼠,我在1999年的某个夜晚意识到了这一点。我需要在粮食里寻找温暖。每天晚上,我爬出洞穴,和语言交流,和灵魂打赌,而后迈过屋舍,在后山的坟地里啃吃树皮和骨头。看见光,我就跑。我可以忍受怒放的黑暗和沉寂,却无法忍受在光亮中戴着的面具和嘶哑的时间叫卖声。但是有一次,看见光我没跑。那道微弱的光来自另一个世界,它照在冰冷的墙上,像抚摸过河流的手,柔软而且静谧,我周身一颤,光就消失了。光的消失带来了那年冬天最大的一场雪。我多次在光亮抚摸过的墙壁上徘徊,
I was a rat and I realized this on a particular night in 1999. I need to look for warmth in the food. Every night, I climbed out of the cave, chatting with the language, betting with the soul, then passed the house and barked the bark and bones in the grave of the back hill. See light, I ran. I can stand the darkness and silence in full bloom, but I can not bear the masks and hoarse hours of shouting in the light. But once, I saw the light did not run. The feeble light came from another world, shone upon the cold wall, like the hand touching the river, soft and still, and I shuddered and the light disappeared. The disappearance of light brought the biggest snow that year in winter. I wandered many times over the lightly touched walls,