第五只“狐狸”1出国猎狐去他又一次梦见了那片药田,满眼的青绿色随风轻轻地摆动,惹人喜欢而似乎带着无限的希望。在梦中,他呼吸着那片清新而潮湿的晨雾,踩着泥土一步步地慢慢往前走,草药的枝叶在他的手掌间慢慢划过,柔弱地摇摆,像是绕指的烟。他感受着手掌上传来的微痒,直到他来到那座小小的农屋面前,然后,他满心欢喜地推开了门:“妈妈。”然而,当他走进门里,看见的却不是他的母亲,只有一片黑暗,感觉如同 Fifth “fox ” a fox to go abroad to dream he once again that piece of medicine field, eyeful of turquoise wind gently swinging, lovable and seems with infinite hope. In the dream, he breathed the fresh and damp morning mist, stepping on the dirt and walking slowly step by step, the leaves and branches of herbs slowly slipping across his palms, swaying softly, smoke. He felt slight tickling on his palm until he came to the little farmhouse before he opened the door happily: “Mom.” However, as he entered the door and saw But not his mother, only a dark, feels the same