沼泽谷另一边的山峦隐隐约约地把回答传了过来——“你在哪儿？”我倾听着。风在冷杉中低吟着，一切只有荒原的孤独和午夜的沉寂。

The hills beyond Marsh Glen sent the answer faintly back — Where are you? I listened. The wind sighed low in the firs: all was moorland loneliness and midnight hush.

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可数月后，我仍清楚地记得当时自己就站在那里，注视着，倾听着，把一切都刻印在脑海中。

But months later I still remember just standing there, watching, listening, taking it all in.

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可数月后，我仍清楚地记得当时自己就站在那里，注视着，倾听着，把一切都刻印在脑海中。

But months later I still remember just standing there, watching, listening, 14 taking it all in.

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可数月后，我仍清楚地记得当时自己就站在那里，注视着，倾听着，把一切都刻印在脑海中。

But months later I still remember just standing there, watching, listening, 14 taking it all in.

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