伦敦无疑是迷人的。在人们眼中,它残留着令人心悸的古韵,才华横溢却又无所用心,激荡人心却又匮乏真情;它像一个来不及记载便已变形的精灵;又像一颗缺乏人性却跳动不息的心脏。它超越一切事物:大自然尽管有时残忍,但比我们的同类更为亲切。正如可以理解一个朋友那样:大地也是可以解释的——我们从之而来,必将归之而去。但谁又能解释威斯敏斯特大桥路和利物浦大街呢?早晨,城市由此呼入新鲜的空气;夜晚,又由此呼出混浊的空气。绝望中我们穿透迷雾,超越星辰,探寻虚空的宇宙,想为这一怪物找到存在的理由,打上人类的 London is undoubtedly charming. In the eyes of the people, it remains a dreadful old rhyme. It is talented but careless, stirring but lacking in truth. It is like a timeless demon who has deformed; It transcends everything: Nature, though sometimes cruel, is more intimate than ours. Just as it is understandable to a friend: the earth can be explained as well - we will surely go by it. But who can explain Westminster Bridge Road and Liverpool Avenue? In the morning, the city breathe fresh air; night, which in turn exhaled turbid air. Desperate we penetrate the fog, beyond the stars, to explore the void universe, want to find the reason for the existence of this monster, marked human