森林里有一块迷路时才能找到的空地。空地被自我窒息的森林裹着。黑色树干披着地衣灰色胡楂。紧缠在一起的树木一直干枯到树梢,只有几根绿枝在那里抚弄着阳光。地上,影子哺乳着影子,沼泽在生长。但开阔地里的草苍翠欲滴,生机勃勃。这里有许多像故意安放的大石头。它们一定是地基,也许我搞错了。谁在这里生活过?没人能回答。他们的名字存放在一个无人翻阅的档案里(只有档案青春不死)。口述的传 There is an open space in the forest when I get lost. The open space is wrapped in a self-suffocating forest. Black trunk covered with lichen gray hawthorn. Tightly tied trees have been dry to the treetops, only a few green branches where the sun stroking the sun. On the ground, the shadow sucks the shadow, the swamp grows. But the grass in the open land is lush and vibrant. There are many big stones like this on purpose. They must be foundations, maybe I made a mistake. Who lived here? No one can answer. Their name is stored in an unread file (only files are immortal). Oral biography