一个老人静坐在巴黎花园题记:巴黎旅馆的一个午后时光闯入我镜头的并不是“罗切斯特”我也不是“简爱”……、是我无意打扰他的地盘,和宁静。无意打扰他内心的起伏,从那暗闭而幽微的双目,似乎与此情此景不太协调。树枝上一大群小鸟,唧唧喳喳的,阳光很充足……我的脚步从远处收了回来树叶落满眼前落满午后的庭院我和他只是陌生人他几乎与我父亲的年龄一般大,却,在他旁边有一根非常精神的拐杖 An old man sitting in the Paris Garden Inscription: Paris Hotel an afternoon into my lens is not “Rochester ” I am not “Jane Eyre ” ... I do not intend to disturb his site, and quiet. Inadvertently disturbing his inner ups and downs, from that dark and secluded eyes, it seems that this situation is not coordinated. A large swarm of birds on the branches, twittering, the sunshine was abundant ... My steps came back from a distance The leaves covered my eyes Full of the afternoon garden I was just a stranger with him He was almost as old as my father Next to him there was a very strong walking stick