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那是2015年夏天,京城里的燥热至今仍能从我手边的《我们仨》里扑面而来。从长安街熙攘的车流中脱身,我们终于找到了声名赫赫的南沙沟小区。那里是闹市外的一隅,幽篁深林,鸟鸣声声,清静得让人难以置信正身在北京……这个片段不断在我脑海中浮现,也不断勾起我的遗憾与伤感。随着杨绛先生作古的消息传来,那样的仲夏已然离去,再多的荫庇也无法摇坠下同样的话语,而书的扉页与
That is the summer of 2015, the hot air in the capital still can from my hand, “we” in the face. From the traffic bustling Chang’an Avenue, get out, we finally found the famous Nansha ditch district. There is a corner outside the downtown area, secluded forest, birdsong, unbelievably quiet in Beijing ... ... this fragment continues to emerge in my mind, but also constantly aroused my regret and sadness. With the passing of Mr. Yang Jiang’s ancient message, such a Midsummer day already departed, so much more can not be shaded by the same words, and the title page of the book