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菲雅尔塔的春天是多云且晦暗的。一切都很沉闷:悬铃木的花斑树干,杜松灌木,栅栏,砾石。远远望去,房檐参差不齐的淡蓝色房屋,从山脊摇摇晃晃地爬铺上斜坡(一棵落羽杉指示着道路);在这片水气腾腾的远景里,朦胧的圣乔治山与它在绘画明信片上的样子相距得越发远了;自1910年起,比方说吧,这些明信片(那些草帽,那些年轻的出租马车车夫)就一直在它们的旋转售卖支撑架上,以及在表面粗糙的一块块紫晶岩石和美妙的海贝壳壁炉台上,招徕着那些旅游者。空气中没有风而且温暖,隐隐约约有一种烧糊丁的独特味道。海水中的盐分被雨水消溶了,海水比灰色还浅,是淡灰绿色的,它的波浪真是懒怠得不愿碎成泡沫。
The spring of Fialta is cloudy and dull. Everything is boring: Plait tree spruce trunk, juniper shrubs, fences, gravel. From afar, the light-blue house with uneven eaves sprawls from the ridges (a taxodium indicates the road); in this watery vista, the hazy St. George’s Mountains Farther away from what it looks like when it comes to painting postcards; since 1910, for example, the postcards (those straw hats, the young cabbies) have been on their rotating sales support, Rough piece of amethyst rocks and wonderful sea shells on the mantelpiece, attracting those tourists. There is no wind in the air and warm, there is a vague flavor of burning paste Ding unique taste. Salt in seawater is dissolved in rainwater, the seawater is lighter than gray, is grayish green, and its waves are really lazy and unwilling to break into bubbles.