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真的,我听见了呼吸的声音,当我俏然走进巨鹿路 675号的大门,我确确实实听见了呼吸的声音,那是一种悠长而又匀和的呼吸,好像始于历史的远处,可我却是听得分明。静谧,神秘,在上海这座繁华甚至有点喧嚣的大都市里,这里永远是一个令人不得不放轻脚步、静下心来的地方,因为这里是上海作家协会的办公地,可是,仅仅是这个缘由吗? 走过一条显得有点幽深的通道,眼前便是一个豁然开朗的小花园,再转过身来,我就面对了一座意大利文艺复兴时代风格的建筑。
Really, I heard the sound of breathing. When I ventured into the gate of 675 Julu Road, I could really hear the sound of breathing. It was a long, even breath, as if it began in history. In the distance, but I listen to the score. Quiet and mysterious, in Shanghai’s bustling and even awkward metropolis, it’s always a place where people have to step down and settle down, because this is the office of the Shanghai Writers’ Association, but it’s just this Why did you walk through a seemingly abyssal path, a small garden that suddenly appeared in front of you, and then turned around, I faced an Italian Renaissance style building.