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他,独自一个,在这黄昏的沙滩上彳亍。什么都看不分明了,仅可辨认,那白茫茫的知道是沙滩,那黑漆漆的是酝酿着暴风雨的海。远处有一点光明,知道是灯塔。他,用心火来照亮了路,可也不能远,只这么三二尺地面,他小心地走着,走着。猛地,天空瞥过了锯齿形的闪电。他看见不远的前面是黑簇簇的一团,呵呵,这是“夜的国”么,还是妖魔的堡寨?他又看见离身丈把路的沙上,是满满的纵横重叠的脚迹。
He, alone, was on the beach at dusk. Can not see anything clearly, only identifiable, that white is the beach, dark is brewing stormy sea. A little light in the distance, I knew it was a lighthouse. He, intentions fire to illuminate the road, can not be far, only three or two feet on the ground, he walked carefully, walked. Suddenly, the sky glimpsed the jagged lightning. He saw not far in front of a cluster of black clusters, huh, huh, this is the “country of the night,” Mody, or the demons of the fort? He saw the sand on the left, is full of vertical and horizontal overlap Footprint.