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若干年后,在一个落日如英的黄昏——多半会是在这个时候,因为我是在这个时候听见那些歌声的——由于某种机缘或毫无来由地想起这个异域的城市的时候,所有的回忆一定是伴着歌声的。走进马赛的时候,是一天中最美丽的时辰。地中海的阳光在这个时候如同加了蜜一样,清澈中透着金黄,阳光不再灼人,倒是有了几许临近黄昏的温存与婉约。这座始建于公元前六世纪的法国最古老的城市,在这样的氛围中,便有了旧体诗一般醇厚、内敛的气韵。老城的街道很窄。街面是用巴掌大小的
A few years later, at a dusk sunset - most likely at this time, because I heard the song at this time - for some reason or no reason to think of this exotic city, All memories must be accompanied by singing. When entering Marseille, is the most beautiful day of the hour. The sun in the Mediterranean at this time as add honey, clear and transparent golden, the sun is no longer scorching, it touches on the temperature and graceful near the dusk. The oldest city in France, built in the 6th century BC, has the mellow, introverted charm of old-style poetry in this atmosphere. The streets of the old town are narrow. Street is slap size