那携带死亡之音的风,遥远的道路,悲凉,露水,荆棘——不仅是你灵魂的一部分,它也是我的——《这就是一切……》(波兰)玛丽亚·包列柯芙斯卡—雅什诺热芙斯卡1肯定是花朵吗?当她从麦香酒店第十一层往下跳时,看到了自己的一生。她最先看到的是家乡伏牛山区澄澈的天空,天空下沉默的群山和无数寂寞的村庄,被晒卷叶子的玉米无精打采地站在地里,像是一群被俘的伤兵,意志涣散得连眼皮都不眨。一张张面孔在眼前不断重 The wind that carries the voice of death, the distant road, the sadness, the dew, the thorns - it’s not only part of your soul, it’s mine - “This is everything ...” (Poland) Maria Ballerovska Yazheno-Hotovska 1 is definitely a flower? She saw her whole life as she jumped down from the eleventh floor of Mai Xiang Hotel. The first thing she saw was the clear sky in the hometown of Funiu Mountain, the silent mountains under the sky, and countless lonely villages. The corn, which was dried by the leaves, stood idyllously on the ground like a group of captive wounded soldiers who would涣 loose eyelid blink. Faces in front of constantly heavy