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在我全身发抖的同时,杜拉的笑声不见了,取而代之是低低地呜咽。泪河,那么的波光粼粼,只有她一个人沉溺此中,被吞没了。长期以来,我很难为自己卑微的情感作担保,它可能像汇聚的洪流,带着感性的轰鸣声,往我生命陡峭的下游冲去。正像这座城市无数卑微的生命一样,他们集中在某个欲望的坟墓蠕动,拨动现实锐利的羽箭,带着无奈、戏谑、悲伤而又不乏麻木的表情,把自己的肉身紧紧地贴着生存的隧道往前挤去,又以人类群体的依赖
While I was trembling all over, Dura’s laughter disappeared, instead it was low sobs. Tears River, so sparkling, only she indulged in this one, was swallowed up. For a long time, I have a hard time guaranteeing my humble feelings. It may be like a torrent of sensation that rushes to the steep downstream of my life. Like countless humble lives in this city, they concentrated on the motive of the grave of a certain desire, slipping sharp feathers and arrows, carrying helpless, joking, sad and numb expressions, Close to the survival of the tunnel squeezed forward, but also dependent on human groups