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小说《The lover》里的精彩段落, 美的像一幅绝世的油画。。

(2019-10-19 09:55:50) 下一个

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I can't really remember the days. The light of the sun

blurred and annihilated all color. But the nights, I

remember them. The blue was more distant than the sky,

beyond all depths, covering the bounds of the world. The

sky, for me, was the stretch of pure brilliance crossing the

blue, that cold coalescence beyond all color. Sometimes, it

was in Vinh Long, when my mother was sad she'd order

the gig and we'd drive out into the country to see the nights

it was in the dry season. I had that good fortune- those

nights, that mother. The light fell from the sky in cataracts

of pure transparency, in torrents of silence and immobility.

The air was blue, you could hold it in your hand. Blue. The

sky was the continual throbbing of the brilliance of the

light. The night lit up everything, all the country on either

bank of the river as far as the eye could reach. Every night

was different, each one had a name as long as it lasted.

Their sound was that of the dogs, the country dogs baying

at mystery. They answered on another from village to

village, until the time and space of the night were utterly

consumed.

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