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自传我记得的第一件东西就是一条蓝色的线。这条线在左边,在那里,湖泊消失在天空之中。在那个地点,有一道白色的沙崖,尽管你从我伫立的地方看不见。在右边,湖泊收缩,狭窄成一条河,有一道堤坝和一座廊桥,一些房舍和一座白色教堂。在前面,有一个岩石小岛,岛上生长着一些树木。沿着湖岸,点缀着大圆石,还有浮上水面的那些被锯掉的大树树干。后面是一座房子,一条小路回到森林之中,迸入另一条小路的人口,从我伫立的地方看不见,但无论如何都在那里。在一个地点,这条小路更宽,在某个遥远的冬天,从伐木工的马匹上的马粮袋里掉下来的燕麦发芽了,生长了出来。
Autobiography The first thing I remember was a blue line. This line is on the left, where the lake disappears into the sky. There was a white sand cliff at that place, though you could not see it from where I stood. On the right, the lake shrinks, narrow into a river, with a dam and a bridge, some houses and a white church. In front, there is a rocky island with some trees on the island. Along the lakeshore, dotted with boulders and the sawn-off tree trunks that float to the surface. Behind it was a house, a path back into the forest, and the population entering another path, invisible from where I stood, but wherever it was. In one location, the path was wider, and on a distant winter some oats that fell from the magazines on the lumberjack horses sprouted and grew.