饭虽然简单，但别有一番风味，物外一团漆黑，穿过松林的风发出如火车的轰鸣声，我们在摇曳不定的煤油灯下豪强地与老人干杯。 The meal was simple but special, and it was dark outside. The wind was thundering through the pinewood like a train, and we drank cheerful toasts with the old man.