左边是树，右边也是树。森林里有一条小路，曲曲弯弯，弯弯曲曲．一直通向神秘的远方。帕特里克·克鲁伊维特手持猎枪走在小路上，那探头缩脑的样子颇像鬼子进村。一只野兔成了他的射击目标，可清脆的枪声响过之后，除了一个空禅壳之外什么也没有留下。“又打歪了！”克鲁伊维 The tree on the left and the tree on the right. There is a trail in the forest, twisting and twisting. Has been leading to the mysterious afar. Patrick Kluivert took the shotgun and walked down the path, looking like a devil into the village. A hare has become his target, after the crisp gunfire has passed, leaving nothing but an empty shell. “Wrong again!” Krui Wei