冈萨雷斯高兴地又喊又叫,匐匍在地上,突然脱下钢盔,头朝水池伸过去,如饥似渴地猛吸着清澈明亮、沁人心脾的青春泉。下午过了一大半了,沼泽里黑沉沉的,仿佛沉浸在浓重的暮色里,他们那条不灵活的小船在红红的火把照耀下向前行驶。小船刚刚驶过,后面的绿色芦苇马上又从带咸味的水面冒出来,盖住了小船留下的波痕。弗朗西斯科手下的士兵,跟往常不一样,都沉默不语。 Gonzalez happily shouted again and again, crawling on the ground, suddenly took off the helmet, head stretched toward the pool, eagerly sucking the clear bright, refreshing youth spring. Half past the afternoon, the marshes were dark and heavy, as if immersed in thick twilight, their inflexible boat moving forward with the red torch. The boat just passed, and the green reeds immediately came out of the salty water, covering the ripples left by the boat. Soldiers in Francisco, as usual, are silent.