那一季,猎人横行。整个秋天,我都蜷在灌木丛下面的洞穴里,头顶的芦荻花一蓬一蓬地开了,顺着风,雪一样地飘远了,而我却寸步难行,腿上的伤开始一点点溃烂。小灰每天含来清澈的湖水帮我洗清伤口,然后敷上嚼烂的剑茅草,齿叶划烂了小灰的舌头,鲜血凝在唇角。小灰是另外一个洞穴里的一只獾,我被猎人打伤后,它一直在照顾我。那个湖,是草原上唯一的一座湖。猎人们隐藏在芦苇里、树丛里、茅草堆里,所有的枪口都瞄准了这小小的湖。因为他们知道,所有的 That season, hunters rampant. Throughout the autumn, I curled up in the caves below the bushes, and the top of the reed flowers blossomed into the tent, drifting along the wind and snow drifting away, but I could not walk, my leg injury began a little bit fester. Little gray day to bring clear water to help me wash the wound, and then put on the chewing sword thatched grass, dehiscent little ash tongue, blood coagulation in the lips. Small gray is a badger in another cave, it was taking care of me after I was beaten by a hunter. That lake is the only lake on the prairie. Hunting people hidden in the reeds, trees, thatched heap, all the muzzles aimed at this little lake. Because they know, all