这是一个明澄的早上,木偶博物馆打开的圆窗外,传来高墙下护城河哗哗的流水声。那河水清澈之至,从香气扑鼻的波西米亚森林里流出,围着城堡的山丘转上一圈,然后以整个弦乐队浩大的抒情,汇入日夜奔流不息的伏尔塔瓦河,向布拉格流去。本今天起得很早,他要在十点博物馆开门前清理一下陈列馆里最重要的藏品。那是一个巴洛克舞台,十八世纪的木偶戏舞台,上面挂着一群人鬼混杂的提线木偶,它们是二十世纪初留下的旧物。社会主 This is a clear morning, the puppet museum opened the window outside, came under the walls of moat rushing water sound. The clear water of the river, from the fragrant bohemian forest outflow, around the castle’s turn in a circle, and then vast string of lyrical lyric, into the endless flow of Vltava day and night , Flow to Prague. Today, it was very early. He had to clean up the most important collections in the museum before the museum opened at ten. It was a Baroque stage, an 18th-century puppet theater stage with a group of ghostly mixed marionettes hanging on old things from the early 20th century. Socialist