耧耧总是远距离地躲避着我。虽然我们之间并不陌生。因为我曾与耧有过一面之缘。我与耧的距离,是大地与我的距离,还是时间与我的裂隙?但这并不影响我对耧的解读与追寻。我时常在黑暗中想象她那刚毅坚硬的背影,褐色的素朴中似乎总有一种铁质在支撑着。静默的时间钟摆里,我听到一种划破泥土的声响,似锋利的刀锋划过雪白丰腴的皮 耧 耧 always escape me. Although we are not strangers. Because I have had a fate with me. The distance between me and I is the distance between the earth and me or the gap between time and me. But this does not affect my interpretation and pursuit of me. I often imagined her resolute, hard-headed figure in the darkness, as if there was always a kind of iron in the brown simplicity. Bell in the silent time, I heard a sound of mud across the earth, like a sharp blade across the white plump skin