有一个孩子每天向前走去,他看见最初的东西,就变成了那个东西,那东西就变成了他的一部分,或者继续许多年或一个个世纪连绵不已。早开的丁香曾成为这个孩子的一部分,青草和红的白的牵牛花,红的白的三叶草,鹟鸟的歌声,以及三月的羔羊和母猪的一窝淡红色的小崽,母马的小驹,母牛的黄犊,还有仓前场地或者池边淤泥旁一窝啁啾的鸟雏,还有那些巧妙地浮游在下面的鱼和那美丽而奇怪的液体, A child goes forward every day, and when he sees the first thing, it becomes that thing, and it becomes a part of him, or continues for many years or centuries. Early opening cloves have become part of this child, grass and red white morning glory, red white clover, boobies singing, as well as the March lamb and sow a litter of pink cubs, the mother The foal of a horse, the calf of a cow, the birds chirping in front of a silo in front of a warehouse or in the pool, as well as the fish that subtly swim below and the beautiful and weird liquid,