窗外的风景离我很远,远得好像就一直隐在雾里。淡黑的起伏的远山,都衬在青色的背景上。车碾过泥泞的土地,前两天大抵是刚刚下过雨,褐色的泥浆溅满了车轮。前面不远处就是那间用简易的砖头砌成的屋子,静静地立在那儿,就好像看破红尘的隐士。我跨过斑驳的门槛,木桌 The scenery outside the window is far away from me, as if it has been hidden in the fog. The darkened mountains are lined on a cyan background. The car ran over the muddy land, two days before it had just been raining, and the mud of brown splashed its wheels. Not far from the front is the simple brick-built house, standing quietly there, like a see-the-hermit. I crossed the mottled threshold, wood table