| When he lies down to sleep，this landscape is always onhismind： ， A Pine fc rest covers the hills．as thick as the fur on abear’S back.The sky iS SO blue．in the clear mountain air,that it hurts his eyes to look up．Miles from the road there isa secret valley with steep sides and a cold river in its cleft．Here,hidden from strangers’eyes,a sunny south-facing slopehas been cleared,and grapevines grow in neat rows． When he remembers how beautiful it is，he feels his heartwill break. Men，women，and children move slowly through thevineyard,tending the plants．These are hisfriends，his lovers，his family．One of the women laughs．She is a big womanwith long,dark hair,and he feels a special warmth for her．She throws back her head and opens her mouth wide,andher clear high voice floats across the valley like birdsong．Some of the men quietly speak a mantra as they WO成prayingto the gods of the valley and of the grapevines for a goodcrop．At their feel,a few massive tree stumps remain，f0remind them ofthe backbreaking work that created this Placetwenty-five years ago． |
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