The road wound about, like human life. The little phoenix plants beside the road spit out red tongues, and the morning lessons of the cicadas were solemn and reverential. She stopped, feeling herself walking into the frame of summer, like a portrait, to become forever a part of the mood of heaven and earth.
路很彎曲，像人的一生，路旁的小鳳凰吐著一樹的火舌，蟬的早課是肅穆的，她停住，感覺自己將走入夏日的框，如一張人物照，永遠成為天地心情的一部分。