又到了一年放野火的最佳季节。乡村的秋末,一切的嘈杂都早已沉淀下来。除了几声犬吠依然在空旷的原野远行,余下的大多是沉默、静寂。我想起了那些记忆里滑落的美丽黄昏。我们奔跑在泥田里,那时候我总觉得有我们的地方就没有安静,也没有孤独。在黑夜即将吞噬光明的那 Once again, the best season for wildfires. Autumn village, all the noises have long been settling down. In addition to a few barking is still in the open field to travel, most of the rest is silent, quiet. I remembered the beautiful twilight that fell in memory. We ran in the fields, when I always felt there is no place for us to be quiet and not lonely. It is about to swallow the bright night