飞机下,山丘已经在金黄的暮色中被印上一道道阴影。平原一片灿烂,夕阳的余晖经久不散。在这个国家里,大地永远不知疲倦地泛着金光,一如入冬之后,处处银装素裹,冰雪茫茫。飞行员法比安驾驶着邮政飞机,从最南端的巴塔戈尼亚飞往布宜诺斯艾利斯。往下看,只见港湾的水面一平如镜,只有阵阵涟漪映照出静静的云彩。看见这种景象,他知道夜晚 Under the plane, the hills were shadowed in the golden twilight. A brilliant plain, the sunset glitters. In this country, the earth glows tirelessly and tirelessly forever, just as after winter, everything is covered in silver and snow is boundless. Pilot Fabian piloted the postal plane and flew to Buenos Aires from the southern tip of Patagonia. Looking down, I saw the water level of the bay as a mirror, only the ripples reflect the quiet clouds. See this scene, he knows the night