飞机在下降。于力顺着舷窗向下望,到处是黑色的山林和白色的雪。远处有一个市镇,屋顶和墙面也是黑的,白的部分仍旧是雪。地面倾斜起来。飞机在找跑道了。于力看见不远处的一个旷场,估计有两三个足球场那么大,周围是一圈树,存着黑黢黢的枝叶,估计是松树之类的常绿树木。于力把书揣到屁股底下。在戴高乐机场转机的时候,买份报纸就好了。喝咖啡的时候,他的注意力全在一个穿毛衣的侍者身上,就把买报纸的事给忘了。从家里出来的时候,于力带了一本丁·兰德写的小册子,《庞德》。于力以前看过,但是忘得差不多了,就顺手从书架上取下来,放在羽 The plane is falling. Yu force down the porthole looking down, full of black mountains and white snow. There is a town in the distance, the roof and walls are dark, and the white part is still snow. The ground sloped. The plane is looking for a runway. Yuli saw an open field not far away, it is estimated that there are two or three football stadium so large, surrounded by a circle of trees, with dark leaves, estimated to be evergreen pine trees and the like. Yu force the book hides under the bottom. At the Charles de Gaulle airport turnaround, buy a newspaper just fine. While drinking coffee, his attention was on a sweater’s waiter, forgetting to buy newspapers. When I came out from home, I brought a booklet written by Ding Lande, “Pound.” Yu Li had seen before, but forgot almost the same, they easily removed from the shelves, on the feather