柏油马路起伏不止,马路像是贴在海浪上。我走在这条山区公路上,我像一条船。这年我十八岁,我下巴上那几根黄色的胡须迎风飘飘,那是第一批来这里定居的胡须,所以我格外珍重它们,我在这条路上走了整整一天,已经看了很多山和很多云。所有的山所有的云,都让我联想起了熟悉的人。我就朝着它们呼唤他们的绰号,所以尽管走了一天,可我一点也不累。我就这样从早晨里穿过,现在走进 The tarmac road fluctuates, and the street looks like it’s stuck on the waves. I walk on this mountain road and I am like a boat. I was eighteen years old this year. The yellow beards on my chin were fluttering in the wind. It was the first beard to settle here, so I valued them especially. I walked on this road for a whole day and I already looked at it. Lots of mountains and a lot of clouds. All the clouds in all the mountains reminded me of familiar people. I called their nickname toward them, so even though I had gone for a day, I was not tired at all. I just walked through the morning and now I walked in