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衣冠冢那天我回到半岛时已经很晚了,暮色中我还是看到了那条白亮的小路——由海滩那边伸过来,擦着村子过去,一直通到山坡上。山坡朝西北方向攀升,那里没有高大的乔木,只是长满了地蔓草,许多年了,它们匍匐前进,枝蔓上垂下的气根又扎到地里,做成了死结。它们经常暗中发力,把人绊倒在地,阴险的枝蔓占领了整片高地,每当秋季到来,地蔓草变得遍体灰黑,映得
It was late when I returned to the peninsula that day when I was back in the peninsula. In the twilight I saw the white path - stretched over by the beach and past the village, all the way to the hillside. Hillside north-west climb, there is no tall trees, but covered with creeping grass, for many years, they creeping forward, sticks hanging down the root of the root and into the ground, made the knot. They often secretly force, people tripping over to the ground, insidious branches occupied the whole heights, whenever the arrival of autumn, Manchurian become dark gray, reflecting