一次去朋友家，她住在山下。晚上一个人上山，满眼黑漆漆的山林，背后的村庄仿佛一只虫子静静地卧下，风绕过山腰穿过填满星光的树隙掠过草尖，一种无名的气息夹杂其中。沿着小路径直向上走，各种植物覆盖了整个地面，白天清晰可见的东西在黑色中变得令人向往而神秘，一种无法? Once to a friend’s house, she lives in the mountain. At night one person up the mountain, full of dark forest, behind the village as if a worm lying quietly, the wind around the mountainside across the filled starlight grassy tip, a mixture of unknown atmosphere. Going straight up the small path, all kinds of plants cover the entire ground. Things that are clearly visible during the day become so fascinating and mysterious in black that one can not?