前年我还在伯纳迪诺当中学体育老师,为了找一片可以认真练习的球场,每天下课我都会离开学校,穿过一条小小的铁轨,到一个被刺果松和红豆杉包围的球场去。我偶尔会看见有小型的蒸汽火车从那里驶过,上面堆满了木材,火车喷出的雾气拉出长长的白色轨迹,在无尽的森林里越来越淡,直到被红色的天空彻底吞噬。 Two years ago I was a PE teacher at Bernardino. In order to find a course that I could practice earnestly, I would leave school every day after class and go through a little track to a course surrounded by pine needles and yew . Occasionally I see a small steam train passing through it, covered with wood, and the mist from the train pulling out the long, white trajectory, diminishing in the endless forest until it is completely engulfed by the red sky .