1去年,岁月不是金子,不是银子,而是一个巨大的仓库,那里面可以取出我梦寐以求的东西。我头顶的鹰,山尖的白马,和身边的亲人,都是从那仓库里取出来的。我心里的诗篇,也有着仓库里幽暗潮湿的气息。去年此时,我摆脱了困扰了我多年的东西,比如一段感情,一桩难以启齿的私事,一个可以把我在瞬间变成老鼠的巫师。现在,山坡上紫色的草穗深深地下垂,牧场里的家马变成野马,回到山林。 1 Last year, the years were not gold, not silver, but a huge warehouse, where I could take out what I was dreaming of. The hawk above my head, the white horse at the top, and my dear ones are taken from that warehouse. Psalms in my heart, but also has the atmosphere of dark and damp warehouse. Last year at this time, I got rid of things that have troubled me for many years, such as an affection, an unspeakable private affair, and a wizard who can turn me into an instant mouse. Now, purple grass on the hillsides drooped deeply, and ranch horses became wild horses and returned to the mountains.