其實,作家先生已經出了黑流蘇之丘!
什麼時候?讓我們把時間推回到搜索隊撤退的那個半夜。
黑暗中,流蘇叢沙沙沙的晃動,把一個小老頭吐了出來,落在土地上
起碼有一百條皺紋,深深地綁住他的臉頰,還有手和腳,令他看起來好老好老。
他靜靜的在地上坐了一陣子,疲倦的轉動四肢,輕微的擺動腦袋瓜子,好像辛苦的憑著回憶思索出該往那個方向走。然後,他緩緩站了起來,開始往酣聲大做的鎮上走去。
什麼時候?讓我們把時間推回到搜索隊撤退的那個半夜。
黑暗中,流蘇叢沙沙沙的晃動,把一個小老頭吐了出來,落在土地上
起碼有一百條皺紋,深深地綁住他的臉頰,還有手和腳,令他看起來好老好老。
他靜靜的在地上坐了一陣子,疲倦的轉動四肢,輕微的擺動腦袋瓜子,好像辛苦的憑著回憶思索出該往那個方向走。然後,他緩緩站了起來,開始往酣聲大做的鎮上走去。
As a matter of fact, Mr. writer had have left Black Tassel Hill already.
When did he…? Let's back to the midnight where search team withdrew from the hill. In darkness, the tassels shook with the sound “za~za~za~” and split out a little old man on earth. There were at least one hundred wrinkles deeply tied up on his face, hands and legs, making him incredible old. Sitting on the ground for a while, he moved limbs and head slightly, like he was making sure that he was back to living world and tried very hard to remember where shall he return. And then, he slowly stood up walking toward the snoring village houses.
When did he…? Let's back to the midnight where search team withdrew from the hill. In darkness, the tassels shook with the sound “za~za~za~” and split out a little old man on earth. There were at least one hundred wrinkles deeply tied up on his face, hands and legs, making him incredible old. Sitting on the ground for a while, he moved limbs and head slightly, like he was making sure that he was back to living world and tried very hard to remember where shall he return. And then, he slowly stood up walking toward the snoring village houses.