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“一切峰顶的上空,静寂,一切的树梢中,你几乎觉察不到一些生气,少时顷,你也安静。”走在日本京都祇园艺伎的小小街道时,我想到歌德这首《流浪者的夜歌》,作一个小改动,“一切屋顶的上空,静寂,一切的树梢中,你几乎觉察不到一点点生息。”下车时,雨正酣畅。小行几步就到了这条街。阴暗。窄小。小街两旁的房屋都是低矮的平屋,小小窄窄的木门,门直抵屋顶,小木格窗。它们一间紧挨着一间,不分彼此,它们有着同样的容颜。灰灰。暗暗。
“All over the top of the peak, silence, all the treetops, you almost do not feel a little angry, less time, you are quiet.” Walking in Kyoto Japan Gion Geisha little street, I think of Goethe The first “Nomadic Night Song”, made a small change, “all over the roof, silence, all the treetops, you hardly feel a little bit of interest.” "Get off, the rain is hearty. Walk a few steps to the street. dark. Narrow. Houses on both sides of the street are low flat houses, small narrow wooden door, the door straight to the roof, small wooden lattice window. They are one next to each other, regardless of each other, they have the same appearance. Gray-gray. secretly.