0抵达千野草场之前,我整整病了40年。我不知道为什么病,也不知道这些病的名字。但它们像我的父母,我的儿子,我的兄弟姐妹,我学校里的孩子,我的朋友,我的敌人,以及所有飞扬的尘土与流逝的俗世。我一直咳嗽,吭吭地咳,嘤嘤地咳,郁郁地咳,号啕地咳。咔嚓咔嚓的咳嗽声,像骨头断了,裂了;像生活的碎片,一片,一片,又一片,怎么都捡不起来。我佝偻着腰,让自己一小再小,一矮再矮,贴紧大地和日子,痉挛,呕吐。那些金黄 Before I arrived in the Chiayi grassland, I had been sick for 40 years. I do not know why I am sick, nor do I know the names of these illnesses. But they are like my parents, my son, my brothers and sisters, my school kids, my friends, my enemies, and all the earthly flying dust and the passing away. I have been coughing, coughing coughs, cough, cough, depression cough. Kacha Kacha cough sound, like a broken bones, cracked; like life fragments, one, one, another, how can not pick up. I am stooped waist, let myself a little longer, a shorter and shorter, close to the earth and days, cramps, vomiting. Those golden