夜　　间夏日正浓,激流已干涸成涓流。惟有这水塘水深依旧蚊蚋、草药和凝滞的空气是它的路标。每年,我们至少去一次。璨热过后,畅饮苹果酒,夜是永恒,水波在召唤。我们步行数里　走进一片旷野远处,城市的喧闹已被淹没重又发现　盛夏在太阳灼过的肩头　冰凉下来。没有刻意决定谁 Summer is thick at night, the torrent has dried up into trickle. Only the depth of the pond is still mosquito, herbs and stagnant air is its signpost. Every year, we go at least once. Geothermal heat after drinking cider, the night is eternal, the waves in the call. We walked a few miles into a wilderness distance, city noises have been overwhelmed and found midsummer sunburn shoulders cold. No deliberate decision