有时，下面的山谷就像一个装满雾的碗。我可以在我下方的一棵树上看到两棵树和梨上的坚硬的无花果。一百多年的五月夏天。
(Sometimes the valley below is like a bowl filled up with fog. I can see hard green figs on two trees and pears on a tree just below me. A fine crop coming in. May summer last a hundred years.)