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七月初的济南连下了几场雨,天儿变得凉爽宜人。时断时续的细雨打在百花洲碧绿的浮萍上,一池子醉人的绿色让人心旷神怡。微雨也抚弄着大明湖里的荷塘,荷花悄然开放,荷叶把细雨拢成些晶莹的珠子。在大明湖南岸湖畔酒店的意大利餐厅里,维尼丘坐在临湖的落地窗前和我们神聊。他看上去就像坐在林凤眠的某幅画中——一个光头意大利人坐在一幅中国水墨画中,怪诞得有几分前卫。维尼丘是这家济南唯一的意大利餐馆的经理,他每天都乐呵呵地跟来此的常客打招呼——嗨,保罗,假期过得好吗? 萨莎,这几天没来又去哪儿比赛去了? 卡尔,玛瑞娜,你们的项目谈
Jinan in early July even after a few rain, days have become cool and pleasant children. The intermittent drizzle hit the green duckweed in Baihua Chau, an enchanting green makes people feel fresh and happy. Light rain also fondle the Daming Lake in the lotus pond, lotus quietly open, the lotus leaf into the crystal clear beads. In the Italian restaurant at the Lakeside Hotel on the South Shore of Daming Lake, Vinnitsa sits in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the lake and talks to our gods. He looks like sitting in a painting of Lin Fengmian - a bald Italian sitting in a Chinese ink painting, weird somewhat avant-garde. Vinny, the manager of the only Italian restaurant in Jinan, cheerfully greets frequent folks every day - hey, Paul, how are the holidays? Sasha, where did not come these days? Karl, Marina, your project talk