3月13日月已初升。我躲在悬崖下一个幽深的谷底,隐没在一片浓浓的阴影之中。起伏的山顶像暗涌的潮水,狂劲的山风在林间发出一阵阵怪响。这几天,外边的人一直在寻找着我的同类。尽管我饥肠辘辘,却不敢离开这山谷半步。我仍记得妈妈被杀死时的情景。那天,妈妈从洞中走出到树林里 March 13 has risen. I hid in a deep valley under the cliff, hidden in a thick shadow. The undulating peaks resemble the turbulent tides, and the mad mountain winds make waves in the forest. In the past few days, people outside have been searching for my kind. Although I am hungry, I dare not leave the valley half a pace. I still remember when my mother was killed. That day, my mother walked out of the hole into the woods