一一个春天的夜晚。一个几乎荒芜的村庄。一个垂死的老人,如一条在泥泞中久久挣扎的鱼儿,疼痛如同掉在泥淖中的大片大片的碎鳞片。突然,所有的一切都静止了——老人停止了挣扎。第二天早上,村里人才发现,折磨他们神经、折磨乡村每一个夜晚的那种喑哑的呻吟和裂帛的嚎叫彻底消失了。就像一只久久盘踞在村人心头的乌鸦一样,突然振翅飞走了。 One by one spring night. An almost barren village. A dying old man, like a fish struggling long in the mud, sores like a large piece of crushed flakes falling in the mud. Suddenly, everything was at rest - the elderly stopped struggling. The next morning, the villagers discovered that the dumb moaning and the howl of torture that tortured their nerves and tormented every night in the village vanished. Like a crow long crowded in the hearts of the villagers, suddenly flew away.