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2002年1月27日,是我永远都不会忘记的日子,我就是在那一天上飞机去到法国的。头几年我住在一个卢瓦尔河谷的小城里。那个地方有达·芬奇终老的城堡,那个小城安逸、漂亮,人要比巴黎人友善很多倍。可是初来乍到的时候,真正给人留下强烈印象的其实只有两样东西:比国内高很多的物价,还有强大的寂寞。我在法国居住过的第一个房间,位于城边的公路旁。窗子外面的风景在全世界都能看见,独自蔓延着的公路是沥青凝结起来的河,有的时候重
January 27, 2002, a day that I will never forget, on which day I flew to France. In the first few years I lived in a small town in the Loire Valley. That place Leonardo da Vinci end of the castle, that town is cozy, beautiful, people are many times more friendly than the Parisians. However, when I first arrived, there were really only two things that really impressed me: prices much higher than in China and strong loneliness. The first room I lived in France was on the road beside the city. The scenery outside the window can be seen all over the world. The only road that runs along the asphalt is the river where asphalt condenses. Sometimes heavy