那是个彻底的黑夜。我们一行人寄住在一户普通的山民家里。从窗口望出去,能看见对面山里游荡的光斑,像鬼火,揪得人心惊肉跳。四下里同样静得彻底,以致风回旋在山包和沟壑之间,都得低低地发出吼声。此刻,任何一丝异样都令人敏感、不安。我们隐隐地察觉到了什么。远山里的风仿佛携来一种哀号,哭一般地拖着长长的声音。虽然时而被浮动的空气搅乱,却分明是绵长的。 It was a complete night. We were sent by a group of people living in an ordinary mountain home. Looking out of the window, you can see the light spots wandering across the mountain, like a wildfire, so that people are scared. The same quietness in all directions, so that the wind swung between the hills and ravines, have to make a low sound. At this moment, any slight exception is sensitive and disturbing. What we are faintly aware of. The wind in the distant mountains seemed to bring a kind of wail and cry in tears. Although it is sometimes disturbed by the floating air, it is clearly long.