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在法国巴黎圣·拉扎地铁站入口,有一座雕塑叫-- 在巴黎的一个地铁出入口,有一尊雕塑叫《时钟》,远看像挺立的巨人,百余口钟以至无穷。钟,大的、小的堆积在那里,时代的垃圾箱和百宝箱。各种各样的钟,方形的、圆形的、八角形的、多边形的;古老的、陈旧的、新型的;各种质地的,多样颜色的,不同指向的;昨天的、今朝的、未来的;失落的和拥有的;可怜的,失意的,轩昂的,凯旋的,时髦的,破落的……你一定会在那里找到属于你的那一刻、那一分、那一秒。你诞生或你死亡。你落泪,如一滴昨夜的露,当早晨七点四十九分半,在颤粟的花朵的腮旁;你猛然醒来,悲痛袭击你的大脑。
At the entrance of Saint-Lazaro Metro Station in Paris, France, there is a sculpture called - a subway entrance in Paris, there is a sculpture called “clock”, looks like standing giants, hundreds of mouth even infinite. Bell, big, small pile up there, era bins and treasure chest. All kinds of clocks, square, round, octagonal, polygonal; ancient, old, new; various texture, variety of colors, different directions; yesterday, today, the future Lost and Possessed; Pessimistic, Frustrated, Exalted, Triumphant, Stylish, Dilapidated ... You will surely find the moment that belongs to you, the minute, the second. You were born or you died. You shed tears, like a drop of dew last night, when it was half past four in the morning, at the cheek of the flowers of Viburnum; you woke up suddenly and grieved at your brain.