迎着冬天的斜风细雨去参观巴黎圣母院。来到巨石砌成的广场前,眺望着阴云压顶的黑灰色的教堂,心头也好似飘过一团乌云,飞落一阵阵冷雨。我竖起大衣领,站在风雨中端详着这“石头的交响曲”,这是中世纪罪恶和不幸的见证,眼前浮现出美丽的艾丝梅拉达、奇丑的加西莫多和邪恶的神父 Head to the Notre-Dame de Paris with a drizzle against the winter. In front of the boulder-built plaza, overlooking the black-gray church with dark clouds and clouds, my heart was as if drifting through a cloud of dark clouds. I put up a large collar and stood in the wind and rain, looking at the “symphony of the stone”. This is a testimony of the evils and misfortunes of the Middle Ages. The beautiful Esmeralda, the quaint Gausimo and the wicked priests are in front of me.