我喜欢坐在山坡上,看太阳慢慢落山,看羊群慢慢回家。故乡没有很高的山,但有山坡。黄昏的时候我就坐在山坡上看对面的山影,树影与人影,还有乌鸦的影子。我不喜欢乌鸦。但喜欢乌鸦在山坡上神秘划过的影子。我曾越过一座又一座山,去找寻那些神秘的影子与划痕,一棵树挡住了我的去路,一棵树轻而易举地挡住了我的去路。我像在白天一样绕过那棵树。那是在黑夜。 I like to sit on the hillside, watch the sun slowly settle down and see the flock go home slowly. Hometown is not high mountains, but there are slopes. At dusk I sat on the hillside looking at the shadows, shadows and shadows, and the crow’s shadow. I do not like crows. But like the shadow of the crow mysterious across the hillside. I crossed the mountains one after another to find those mysterious shadows and scratches, a tree blocking my way, a tree easily blocked my way. I bypassed the tree as it was during the day. That is night.