风,平地而起,借着雾幔的轮廓,逡巡而放纵;我仰起脸,被纤长而茫无边际的苇群包围;光色稀疏,折射在苇叶的芒上轻轻地呻吟,尖锐而锋利的芒,割断我的视线。那一刻,我几近失明,几近失聪;我扬起牧鞭,轻轻唤我的牛;雾色苍茫,苇叶群无边无际,我的呼唤低沉而伤感。苇叶分开,我触到牛的躯体,它低低唤着,用冰凉的鼻尖触我无力的手掌;我低下头看它失神的眼睛,心里的难过盘旋不止。我坐上它的背,摊开手掌轻轻地抚摸;牛 Wind, rising from the ground, by the outline of the fog mantle, patrolling and indulgence; I looked up, was surrounded by long and boundless reed groups; sparse light, refraction in the reed leaves gently moaning, sharp The sharp mans cut my line of sight. At that moment, I was almost blind, almost deaf; I raise the whip, gently call my cow; fog vast, Reed leaf boundless, my call low and sad. Reed leaves separate, I touch the cow’s body, it low and low call, touch my weak palm with a cold nose; I looked down at it lost his eyes, my heart circled more than sad. I sit on its back, spread out the palm gently stroked; cow