不知道为什么我头脑中曾反复出现过这样的景象,一辆马车在冷寂的风雪之夜奔驰在充满欧陆风情的碎石道上,马蹄踏在银色如镜的路上,发出空洞而寂寞的声响,它沿着有轨电车的轨迹蜿蜒而去。街灯迷离而暖昧,手风琴的声音从邻街的房子里传出,好象还带着茶炊里飘出的热气,叫人相信那厚厚的花岗岩砖墙里面有的是温暖。偶尔,街上走来一个揣在狐皮暖手筒里的女子,她穿着裘皮大衣,脚下的黑皮鞋踩在雪地上,雪发出轻柔的低吟,她身边高大的男子宽肩阔背戴着帽子,手里拿着一把黑色的雨伞。他们走向不知的去处 I do not know why I have repeatedly appeared in the minds of such a scene, a carriage in the cold of the snowy night Mercedes-Benz in full of European style gravel road, Horseshoe in silver as the mirror on the road, issued a hollow and lonely voice, It winds its way down the tram tracks. The street lamp was blurred and enraged, and the sound of the accordion came from the neighboring house as if it had the heat of the samovar, believing that the thick granite brick wall was warm. Occasionally, a woman came in the street wearing a warm handkerchief fox fur, she was wearing a fur coat, black shoes at the foot of the step on the snow, the snow made a soft whisper, surrounded by her tall shoulders and shoulders Hat, a black umbrella in his hand. They do not know where to go