清晨,雨停了。翻飞的乌云随着阵阵海风在湿润的旷野和起伏的山峦飘逸。大海还是骚动不安,卷起一道道白练,阴郁沉闷的嚣声远远传来。我踏着吸饱了雨水的大道向海边走去,道旁的青草叶子上滴着晶莹的水珠,一群约有十几匹棕色的、灰色的、米色的马匹在草地上溜达。远处的汉格罗阿村似乎还在酣睡,不闻鸡犬之声;附近的高坡上是一片用铁丝网圈起的别墅,几幢欧式小楼座落在绿茵的草地和修剪整齐的灌木丛里,据说那是岛上智利官员的住宅。 Early morning, the rain stopped. Fluttering clouds with the sea breeze blowing in the humid wilderness and rolling mountains and elegant. The sea is still disturbed, rolled up a white practice, gloomy bang clamor far came. I marched to the sea full of rain-filled Boulevard walk, the road beside the grass leaves dripping crystal drops of water, a group of about a dozen brown, gray, beige horses in the grass walk. The Hangangluo village in the distance seems to be still asleep and does not hear the sound of beggars; the nearby high slope is a villa surrounded by barbed wire nets. Several European-style small buildings are located on grassy green and manicured shrubs Cong, which is said to be the residence of Chilean officials on the island.