Russian Union, the Caucasus Mountains edge, has the loud sound of collapsing to transmit from the distant place. 俄联,高加索山脉边缘,有坍塌的巨响从远方传来。 But actually listens not distinctly. 可是却听不分明。 In the distant place, as if there is earth-shaking tide to surge, but actually does not look clearly. 在远方,似乎有惊天动地的浪潮涌动,但却又看不清晰。 The whole world must be submerged probably in a suffocating paleness, can see, then inexhaustible flying snow, thick falling falling of heavy/thick snowflake from sky. 整个世界好像要被淹没在了一片窒息的苍白之中,所能见到的,便只有无穷尽的飞雪,厚重的雪片从天空中纷纷扬扬的落下。 Has continued for a week...... 已经持续了一周…… These piercing cold air/Qi sneak in the body following the bottom of one's heart, made soul probably also slow. The heavy/thick coat was invaded by the melted snow, freezes quickly, looks like throws over a heavy/thick armor to be the same, making one be hard to start. 那些刺骨的冷气顺着肺腑钻进躯壳里,就让灵魂好像也迟钝起来了。厚重的大衣被雪水侵染,又很快冻结,就像是披着一层厚重的装甲一样,让人举步维艰。 After the whole world turns a piece was pale, above the land these countless person's shadows also become tiny, the sunspot that probably struggles difficultly, following by the railroad that the snow covers layer upon layer, difficult forwarding. 当整个世界都变成了一片惨白之后,大地之上那些数之不尽的人影也变得渺小起来,像是一个个艰难挣扎的黑点,顺着被层层积雪所覆盖的铁道,艰难的向前。 In the resounding loudspeaker transmitted the urging unceasingly. 高亢的喇叭里不断传来了催促。 May unable to pass on far, was embezzled by everywhere flying snow. 可传不了多远,就被漫天的飞雪所吞没。 Can hear, only then the side person pants for breath, shovel to prick the snow exhaustedly the depressed sound, resounding sound that the pickaxe and solid ice collide...... 能够听见的,只有身旁人疲惫的喘息、铁锹刺入积雪的沉闷声响,鹤嘴锄和坚冰碰撞的高亢声音…… „Quickly, again quickly!” “快一点,再快一点！” The old person of limping tows a lameness, in the hand is grabbing the loudspeaker, cried out toward the front person: „Snow disaster already 16 hours! This batch of supplies must deliver!” 蹒跚的老人拖曳着一条瘸腿,手里抓着喇叭,向着前方的人呐喊:“雪灾已经十六个小时了！这一批补给必须送过去！” May in this is flooding in the busy and noisy confusion, actually the staggering forms threw. 可在这充斥着繁忙和嘈杂的混乱里,却有一个踉跄的身影扑了上来。 Looking deathly pale of middle-aged person, on the beard is proliferating the white frost, already numb face in unceasing is twitching. 那中年人的脸色惨白,胡须上遍布着白色的霜,早已经麻木的面孔在不断的抽搐着。 „Cannot dig again, Valia! Cannot dig!” His hoarse call: „We did not have the time quickly! Must retreat! Must immediately......” “不能再挖了,瓦利亚！不能挖了！”他嘶哑的呐喊:“我们快没有时间了！必须撤退！必须马上……” „You damn?” The old person violent anger, the fleck of saliva spurted on his face: „You know that our duties are how much?” “你他妈的见了鬼了吗？”老人暴怒,吐沫星子喷在了他的脸上:“你知道我们的任务有多重么？” „Avalanche!” “雪崩了啊！” Was the man of 16 years of hunter almost to cry quickly in this hills edge: „Just that sound, was the avalanche, absolutely yes! When saw late, we must remove, must otherwise......” 在这一片群山边缘做了十六年猎人的男人几乎快哭出来了:“刚刚那个声音,是雪崩啊,绝对是！等看到就晚了,我们必须撤,要不然的话……” „Must otherwise, damn continue to do!” “要不然的话,就他妈的继续干！” In the world of ice and snow, that old person's eyeball burns unexpectedly red, „ Wanniya, if you were cold, here has the liquor, if you were hungry, in the following dining car baked the bread. If you were stranded, sleeps, I can make you rest for two hours. 在冰天雪地里,那个老人的眼珠子竟然烧得通红,“万尼亚,如果你冷了,我这里有酒,如果你饿了,后面的餐车上烤了面包。如果你困了,就去睡觉,我他妈的可以让你多睡两个小时。 But you cannot tell me us to stop! ” 但你不能告诉我我们要停下！” The old person is pulling his collar, to exceed his sound to angrily roar, is roaring just like the lion: „ Mitrofan has blacked out for four hours, has over a hundred pregnant women there hospital, dozens heavy sickness...... their generators can also support for eight hours, after eight hours, if no one saves them, they died! 老人扯着他的领子,以更胜过他的声音怒吼,宛如狮子在咆哮:“米特罗凡已经断电四个小时了,在那里的医院有上百个孕妇,还有几十个重病患……他们的发电机还能撑八个小时,八个小时之后,如果没有人救他们,他们就死定了！ Even if the avalanche, we were not necessarily able dead, but if we ran, they were complete, knew! Complete! ” 哪怕雪崩了,我们未必会死,但如果我们跑了的话,她们就全完了,知道吗！全完了！” Ivan delay in same place, looks at him for a long time, panting for breath, was not speaking again. 伊万呆滞在原地,看着他许久,喘息着,再没有说话。 Is looked by that eye, could not speak again. For a long time, retreat one step of staggering, sits falls down, exhausted choked: „My also daughter...... she is only four years old, four years old, Valia......, if I cannot go back, she what to do......” 被那一双眼睛看着,再说不出话来。许久,踉跄的后退一步,坐倒在地上,疲惫的哽咽起来:“我还有一个女儿……她才四岁,四岁啊,瓦利亚……如果我回不去,她怎么办啊……” Plows snow and knocks the ice sound not to cut off, everyone is silent, is constraining the impulsion of roaring, under swaying of frost wind, complexion actually angry becoming flushed. 铲雪和敲冰的声音未曾断绝,所有人都沉默着,压抑着咆哮的冲动,在霜风的吹拂下,面色却愤怒的涨红。 Might tear into shreds this world to be the same. 像是要撕碎这个世界一样。 May in his calling out in grief, have the warm incense aura to transmit. 可在他的悲鸣中,却有温暖的熏香气息传来。 „Pitiful child, he scared.” “可怜的孩子,他只是吓坏了。” The skinny father of black clothes stands in his front, lowers the head, looks at him, in the hand of father, the incense ball silent combustion, is proliferating the silk threads warm feeling in the ice-cold world. 黑衣的枯瘦神甫站在他的面前,低头,看着他,在神甫的手中,熏香球无声的燃烧着,在冰冷的世界里扩散着丝丝缕缕的暖意。 „Do not be afraid.” “别害怕。” The expression of father twitched, probably diligently wants to squeeze out a gentle expression, may complement that thin excessive face, actually even more strange. 神甫的表情抽搐了一下,像是努力的想要挤出一个慈祥的表情,可映衬着那一张瘦的过分的脸,却越发的古怪。 „You will go back.” “你会回去的。” His finger moistened Saint oil, gentle smudging on Ivan's forehead, promised him: „I just came back from that side, Ivan, does not have the avalanche, you misunderstood.” 他的手指沾了一点圣油,轻柔的涂抹在了伊万的额头上,向他保证:“我刚从那边回来,伊万,并没有雪崩,你只是听错了。” „Misunderstood?” Ivan delay. “听错了？”伊万呆滞。 „Right, is the front engineer brigade is blasting out some collapsing the stones.” “对,是前面工程队在炸开一些坍塌的石头。” Fathers hoarse told him: „You will see your child, Ivan, your child will lie in front of fireplace nearby window, when you come back, when the time comes, you must tell all that she you make, probably the hero is the same.” 神甫沙哑的告诉他:“你会见到你的孩子,伊万,你的孩子会趴在壁炉旁边的窗户前面,等你回来,到时候,你要告诉她你所所做的一切,像是英雄一样。” He thinks, said assuredly: „Everyone will go back, I promised you.” 他想了一下,笃定的说:“每一个人都会回去,我向你保证。” Ivan delay for a long time, before that said gentle face, actually cannot bear shed tears. 伊万呆滞了许久,在那一张称不上慈祥的面孔之前,却忍不住流下眼泪来。 „Please continue to work, everyone.” “请继续工作吧,各位。” That does not know comes the father who to bow the head from where, finally said goodbye: „Holy Spirit, will certainly aid your.” 那位不知从何处而来的神甫俯首,最后道别:“圣灵,一定会护佑你们的。” Then, is carrying the incense ball in hand, that skinny father is reciting the scrip­tures in a low voice, tranquil gives everyone by blessing, again, moved toward in the snowstorm. 就这样,端着手中的熏香球,那位枯瘦的神甫低声吟诵着经文,平静的予以每个人以祝福,再度,走向了暴风雪之中。 In distant place, distant place, distant place. 在远方,远方,更远方。 Sacred flag in wind and snow partly visible, low and deep chanting proliferation, 神圣的旗帜在风雪中若隐若现,低沉的吟诵声扩散, More fathers climb mountains and cross rivers above this wilderness, was ordinary just like the pilgrimage, formed the gap remote long formation. 更多的神甫们跋涉在这一片荒原之上,宛如朝圣一般,组成了间隔久远的漫长的队列。 Above the hills, that chilly white Ninggu who surged to tumble in in the air, thundered no longer. 在群山之上,那一片涌动滚落的凄白凝固在了空中,轰鸣不再。 That lonely form looks like the wedge to enter the nail in land to be the same, the avalanche that will collapse fixed in same place, did not get the little advance again. 那一个个孤独的身影就像是楔进大地中的钉子一样,将坍塌的雪崩固定在了原地,再不得寸进。 For a long time later, all return quietly. 许久之后,一切重归静谧。 The fathers turn head, finally looked at one, after everywhere flying snow, that difficult point glow forward, lowers the head to extend final blessing. 神甫回头,最后看了一眼,在漫天飞雪之后,那艰难向前的点点辉光,垂首致以最后的祝福。 In his front, the waited father reminded: „, Walked.” 在他的前面,等候的神甫提醒:“伊塞,走了。” „Un.” “恩。” The he/she match turns head, „my comes.” 伊赛回头,“我这就来。” Then, they turn around, forwards again, vanishes in the end of wind and snow. 就这样,他们转身,再度向前,消失在风雪的尽头。 The storm is continuing. 风暴在继续。 The mission is also continuing. 使命也在继续. Egypt, above dry Nile, is scattering the silt decayed aura. 埃及,干涸的尼罗河之上,飘散着淤泥腐臭的气息。 Beside the oasis, ten thousand li (0.5 km) crazy sand dances in the air. 绿洲之外,万里狂沙飞舞。 The tyrannical sunlight covered above the sky, sprinkled, making all fully suffer to suffer in the extreme thirst. The water vapor of innumerable dissociation were being curled by the dry wind, flew to the distant place. 暴虐的日光笼罩在了天空之上,洒下,令一切都在焦渴之中饱受折磨。无数游离的水汽被干涸的风卷着,飞向了远方。 For successive two weeks, could not wait for any rainfall. 连续两个星期了,等不到任何的降雨。 Outside city, in everywhere sandstorm, innumerable pyramid quiet in shadow, in the deepest darkness, in the corrosion of inexhaustible disaster, the Pharaoh opens the mouth, sends out slight sound slowly. 在城市之外,漫天的风沙之中,无数金字塔沉寂在阴影之中,最深的黑暗里,无穷尽灾厄的侵蚀中,法老王缓缓张口,发出细微的声音。 Probably deep sigh. 像是长叹。 It seems like among the innumerable nightmares moan in broken bits crevice. 又像是来自无数噩梦之间空隙中的细碎呻吟。 Is shaking the hand of scepter skinnyly like the firewood, but has not loosened. 握着权杖的手枯瘦如柴,但始终未曾松开。 It looks like pulls the reins of national territory to be the same. 就像是挽着国土的缰绳一样。 Then makes an effort. 那么用力。 Viscous stays behind from his hand like the asphalt same blood, following the scepter, downward, flowed in the secret instrument path. 粘稠如沥青一样的血从他的手中留下,顺着权杖,向下,流入了秘仪的轨迹中去。 Therefore, that rainbow light that covered throughout appears again. 于是,那一层笼罩了全境的虹光再度浮现。 It looks like aids the weak fetal membrane of baby, covers the entire border, Border is one of them, lowered silk threads Sweet Rain. 就像是护佑婴儿的薄弱胎膜,将整个国境、边境都笼罩在其中,降下了丝丝缕缕的甘霖。 Again, smooths ten thousand li (0.5 km) sandstorm. 再度,将万里的风沙抚平. But beyond ten thousand li (0.5 km), India. 而在万里之外,天竺。 Innumerable jet black sea tide like iron curtain such, under the ocean current of out-of-control promotes, continuously, howls to go toward quiet in the land in endless night. 无数漆黑的海潮如铁幕那样,在失控的洋流推动之下,此起彼伏,向着沉寂在长夜中的大地呼啸而去。 But, the edge in land, has anything in raising slowly. 可是,在大地的边缘,却有什么东西在缓缓的升起。 That dim fuzzy outline projection in the dim light of night, but has the feeling actually so intensely, only has that mark probably is the core of the whole world, home to return to that the significance that all lives and have, as well as...... the myriad things perish! 那朦胧模糊的轮廓投影在夜色中,可是存在感却如此的强烈,就好像唯有那个印记才是整个世界的核心,一切的生命和存在的意义,以及……万物灭亡的归宿！ Countless jet black tsunami turbulent is roaring, each other collision, erupts earth-shaking thundering. But that all bangs, in the low and deep drumbeat were being exorcised the suppression, is gradually in broken bits, becomes hard to hear. 数之不尽的漆黑海啸汹涌的咆哮着,彼此碰撞,就爆发出惊天动地的轰鸣。可是那一切巨响,都在低沉的鼓声中被调伏压制,渐渐细碎,变得难以听闻。 Some that people are visiting, are stepping on the land, takes the light and lively and vigorous dance step. 那是有人在踏足,踩着大地,迈出轻灵而矫健的舞步。 Above the vault of heaven, ten thousand zhang (3.33 m) dark clouds disrupt, a wisp of pure moonlight sprinkles, illuminated that half-length ** middle-aged person, the appearance makeup with the greasepaint, is dignified and ancient. 天穹之上,万丈黑云碎裂,一缕纯净的月光洒下,照亮了那个半身**的中年人,面目妆以油彩,庄严而古老。 The long hair of these curls sprinkle from the shoulder, such as dark it such is dragging. 那些卷曲的长发自肩头洒落,如黑暗本身那样摇曳着。 At this moment, the strong winds are howling, played the whistle sound unexpectedly. In the wild with rage sea, there is sound that in broken bits the wave spreads, probably soul devout to praise with. 此刻,狂风呼啸着,竟然奏响了笛声。狂怒的大海中,有水波扩散的细碎声音,像是灵魂们的虔诚赞和。 He is dancing. 他在跳舞。 Revolves from the spacious sand beach above, the steps, looked like imitating once big god, reappeared the invincible might. 自空旷的沙滩之上回旋,踏步,就像是仿效着曾经的大神,重现神威。 No, that is the big god. 不,那就是大神本身。 Once sacred surviving in the inverted image in world. 曾经的神圣残存在世间的倒影。 When he waves, the myriad things then immerse, in this contains in the inexhaustible mysterious physique, the inexhaustible ascetic practices and wishing spread in his graces. 当他舞动时,万物便沉醉在这蕴藏着无穷尽奥妙的身姿中,无穷尽的苦行与祈愿在他举手投足之间扩散。 Unknowingly, ten thousand zhang (3.33 m) sea tide stands still slowly. 不知不觉,万丈海潮缓缓停歇。 But he has not stopped as before. 可他依旧未曾停下。 The eye pupil hangs down. 眼眸低垂。 Lost is waving. 只是出神的舞动着。 As if never-ending. 仿佛永无休止。 Incessantly here, incessantly is here. 不止是在此处,不止是在这里。 Eastern Xia, Russian Union, Egypt, Rome, America, India...... after Taiyang (Sun) falls, sinks to the dark surface world to flood the noise and turbulence as before. 东夏、俄联、埃及、罗马、美洲、天竺……当太阳落下之后,沉入暗面的世界依旧充斥着喧嚣和动荡。 Under promotion of invisible hand, the disaster mighty waves in the tall wall later world proliferation, stimulate layer upon layer the ripples of decay. 在一只无形之手的推动之下,灾厄的波澜在高墙之后的世界扩散,激发出层层衰变的涟漪。 May beside the tall wall, actually no exhausting darkness raise. 可在高墙之外,却还有无穷尽的黑暗在升起。 The endless sea, the remote outline from Abyss is gradually clear. 无尽之海上,来自深渊的遥远轮廓渐渐清晰。 Under Depth, the leaves of black sails flutter, breaks open the fetter by the nail composition fierce hull of skeleton and dead. The ship of countless dead spirit is towing ropes, climbs mountains and crosses rivers has not terminated. 深度之下,有一扇扇黑帆招展,以尸骨和死者的指甲组成狰狞船身破开束缚。数之不尽的亡灵之船拖曳着一根根绳索,跋涉未曾终止。 In the Depth tide, Naguil fleet raises slowly, this, is towing huge Fallen Kingdom from deep pool dark space, breaks surface gradually. 在深度的潮汐中,纳吉尔法舰队缓缓升起,就这样,拖曳着来自渊暗区的庞大亡国,渐渐上浮。 But in Border another side, is dim. 而在边境的另一侧,是一片昏暗。 Probably just like jet black cloud layer such, the eternal thunder clouds covers above the huge palace, such as the living creature same is riding the tide. 就好像宛如漆黑的云层那样,永恒的雷云笼罩在庞大的宫殿之上,如活物一样乘着潮汐。 The process, then cast the shadow of sun-blocking in Hell. 只是经过,便在地狱之间投下了遮天蔽日的暗影。 Above the dark clouds, a lot of launches just like the meridians common electric light, unceasing is fanning, probably wings of the thunder mix Hell, is contending with the attraction from Abyss. 就在黑云之上,有千百道宛如经络一般的电光展开,不断的扇动着,像是一道道雷霆之翼搅动地狱,抗衡着来自深渊的引力。 Under the dwarf king Men will, Sea of Thunder spreads the wings to hover, flies toward Current Realm. 在侏儒王们的意志之下,雷霆之海展翅翱翔,向着现境飞去。 An only strange great fish swinging body, formed the riotous and magnificent mighty current, their unceasing gatherings, are probably ordinary following the school of fish that the ocean current seeks the multiplication, the place visited, implanted own seed in Hell layer upon layer, hatches the inexhaustible child lineage by disaster. 还有一只只诡异的巨鱼摆动身体,形成了缤纷而壮观的洪流,它们不断的汇聚,像是循着洋流寻求繁衍的鱼群一般,所过之处,在层层地狱之间植入了自己的籽,以灾厄孵化出无穷尽的子裔。 Then, was pursued in the following Abyss big mouth, gobbles up all. 然后,被追在后面的深渊大口,尽数吞吃。 Low raising of jet black sacred light from Abyss, the hymn from Land of Bliss spreads in the disasters, the Rancher temple appears own outline in the observation of search lens. 漆黑的神圣之光从深渊之低升起,来自至福乐土的圣歌在灾难之间扩散,牧场主的神殿在探镜的观测中浮现出自己的轮廓。 . 还有更多。 More. 更多。 Blaming of distortion the giant meat group of innumerable face each other tear and bite, the tail winding of mighty mouse forms layer upon layer, occludes is being beautiful and beautiful, cannot see the end sea of flowers...... 无数面孔彼此撕咬的巨大肉团、层层巨鼠的尾巴缠绕所形成的畸变之怪、包藏着妖艳和绮丽,看不到尽头的花海…… More, more...... 更多,更多…… Innumerable Hell each other collide in the tide, the countless darkness breaks surface from Abyss. 无数地狱在潮汐中彼此碰撞,数之不尽的黑暗从深渊中上浮。 Impatient crawling is crawling. 迫不及待的匍匐爬行着。 Upward. 向上。 They are whooshing, frantic singing. 它们在嘶吼,狂热的歌唱。 Marches, toward that by the world that the ray cares for! 进军,向着那个被光芒所眷顾的世界！ The quiet stage will soon welcome the new performance finally. 沉寂的舞台终于即将迎来新的演出。 But in Hell most deep place, the end of labyrinth, on the throne in shadow, ten thousand meditators lowers the head layer upon layer, smiles is looking into all. 而在地狱的最深处,层层迷宫的尽头,阴影之中的宝座上,万眼的沉思者垂首,微笑着眺望着一切。 It looks like audience such on prime seat, static waiting. 就像是头等席上的观众那样,静静的等待。 However, occasionally his vision, will carry over another direction, falls into that piece by the scar that in the dense fog floods, the look becomes ponders is also curious. 不过,偶尔他的目光,会移向另一个方向,落入那一片被迷雾所充斥的疤痕中去,眼神就变得玩味又好奇。 This was the past rare whiled away the time...... 这可是往日难得的消遣…… Before all formally start, a good play may look. But actors who enter the political arena, how also to choose under the ridicule of fate? 在一切正式开始之前,还有一场好戏可看。而粉墨登场的演员们,又会在命运的嘲弄之下如何抉择呢？ However, is too slow. 不过,还是太慢。 Rhythm extremely in affability, always also almost. 节奏太过于舒缓,总是还差一点。 Piper is smiling, lifts a finger, point(s). 吹笛人微笑着,抬起一根手指,点出。 Toward own jester, lowers the enlightenment. 向着自己的弄臣,降下启示。