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在加州死亡谷的荒原上,你是我第一头邂逅的狼。你蹲在路边盯着我,我在车上瞧着你。我的草原狼朋友,你蹲在这里干什么?狼的领地,应是广阔草原。金色的夕阳余温下,浩瀚黄土有点荒凉,蔓草看来干枯瘦瘪,但在荒原追赶落日,奔驰捕猎,是草原狼的命运。滚滚红尘的公路边,不是你的地方,你不应久留。草原狼,看着你不肯走开,我明白,你肚子饿了,要吃的。
On the wilderness in Death Valley, California, you were the first wolf I ever met. You squatted on the side of the road staring at me, I looked at you in the car. My prairie wolf friends, what are you squatting here? Wolf territory, should be broad prairie. Golden sunset, the vast expanse of loess a bit desolate, creeping grass seems dry and deflated, but chasing the sunset in the wilderness, Mercedes-Benz hunting, is the fate of the steppe wolf. Billowing side of the road, not your place, you should not stay. Prairie wolf, watching you will not go away, I understand that you are hungry, to eat.