第246章
十
祭典不会停止，所有人都会沉溺于轮回，而我，为这个故事写上开头。
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the offerg
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when the bell tolls，i know the cereony is about to beg
it‘s a faily tradition，held every eighteen years on this day，where the faily hosts a grand and xurio sacrificial rite to honor our supre deity
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and i a the le priestess this ritual
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dressed the tricate vestnts of a priestess，i board the pan bound for the teple under y other‘s worried gaze before departg，i follow the old ctos of the faily and bestow the priestess‘s blessg upon the unborn child y other‘s wob
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the teple is built a a ounta，and the pan ss at the foot of the hill with a devout heart，i ascend the stairs leadg to the teple one step at a ti
the path is long，and the cereonial robes feel exceedgly heavy，yet i do not sense the expected wearess
fro birth，i was taught to shoulder the responsibilities of a priestess
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upon reachg the teple，i see everyone brig with hope，tears wellg their eyes they retreat naturally behd ，ignitg the candle y hand i understand that the path ahead is e alone to tread，for no one other than the priestess is allowed side the teple
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the teple is dark; the door opens briefly before closg aga holdg the only urce of light，i slowly ake y way side i swear that no one has ever entered here，for if they did，they would witness the bones strewn across the floor
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upon seeg the -called deity，i a not surprised i rely undress，akg yself ready for the ”deity‘s” feast
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fro the very begng，i knew i was the le offerg this cereony
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the child y other‘s wob is born that is the next offerg i leave to the faily，the next ”” eighteen years，he too will bee a priest
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the cereony will not cease; all will be trapped the cycle of rebirth and i，i write the begng of this tale
《富士山下》《昨日重现》
《富士山下》
beneath the fuji ounta
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我在富士山下卖苹果，一半过去卖给自己，一半未来卖给行人。
i sell apples at the foot of ount fuji，half ld the past to yself，and half the future to passersby
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苹果本就甘甜，我从不多加叙述，那些前来的人们自然会吃下这份无味的甘甜。
apples are naturally sweet; i never eborate uch，for those who e will naturally partake of this sweetness without fvor
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孤独的人拿起团圆，悲伤的人拿起喜悦，他们在幸福中感受生命，然后用荒草堆起高高的坟墓，筑成被尘埃遮蔽的苹果树。
lonely people grasp reunions，rrowful ones seize joy，feelg life with happess，then pile up tall tobs with wild grass，nstructg apple trees veiled by dt
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待到春天，我会摘下苹果树的苹果，然后哭泣，在原地不停徘徊，画地为牢，最后将苹果树砍去。
when sprg arrives，i‘ll pick the apples fro the apple tree，then weep，endlessly wanderg pce，drag a circle as y prin，fally cuttg down the apple tree
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我也将自己种植，可树枝上空无一物，像是快要自尽的词汇，连同伤口一并揭开展露。
i al pnt yself，yet there‘s nothg on the branches，like words on the ver of suicide，exposg wounds along with theselves
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有风吹过，天地寒冷，于是我披上了灰烬的衣裳，挥舞起斧头，将自己一并砍倒。
a breeze blows，the heavens and earth grow，and i drape yself ashes，wieldg an axe，choppg yself down tother
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我在富士山下卖苹果，一半死亡卖给自己，一半怜悯卖给行人。
i sell apples at the foot of ount fuji，half death to yself，and half pity to passersby
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《昨日重现》
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世界似乎从未有过哀悼，他们已经死去了，我将这份认知告诉那群大人，可大人们从不信任我。
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我有一根结实的木杖和一盆长势一般的野草，但是他们一起死去了。
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但我有个秘密。一旦推开那扇烧焦的大门，我便能重新找到我的木杖……以及，那盆枯黄着还拼命活着的野草。
那根木杖的经络里面满是野草的坚韧，每次挥舞时，总会传来破风的声音。
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可为什么呢？在一次又一次的重回中，那根心爱的木杖总会炫耀力量似地打向那盆毫不起眼的野草。
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残暴者伪装高尚，被害者成为哑巴，木杖放在了野草身边，假装平安无事的小丑微笑。可野草啊，被践踏后只剩下荒芜的自我，用来掩饰曾欺凌的伤痕。
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于是野草带着木杖死去了。在木杖落在我的身上前。
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“那对夫妻果然很恩爱呢，连死亡都不能把他们分开，据说尸体从火灾现场救出时还紧紧抱在一起呢。”――我听着街坊邻居的议论，只觉得吵闹。他们什么都不知道。