无从知晓在那些漫长的旅行中我们去了哪里有时候是一片空白就像使一切模糊难辨的雪——阿尔·珀迪(加拿大)一、如歌的行板斜晖脉脉水悠悠,北冕号法国游轮六楼图书吧,阿根廷小伙子Gregorioobino拉着柴可夫斯基的大提琴独奏曲《如歌的行板》,一种痛苦至极美丽的呻吟在倾诉,和着大海的波浪一起起伏,宁谧又有些许的忧伤。我窝在沙发里静静聆听,文豪托尔斯泰曾为它流下眼泪,说他从中感受到“俄罗斯黑土地”的味道。 It is impossible to know where we went in those long trips Sometimes a blank space is like making all the snow that is blurred - Al Perdie (Canada) No. French cruise on the sixth floor of the book bar, the young man of Argentina Gregorioobino took Tchaikovsky’s cello solo “Rakuza of the board,” a very painful moaning in the talk, and the waves of the sea with ups and downs, quiet A little sadness My nest quietly listening in the sofa, the writer Tolstoy shed tears for it, saying he felt “Russian black land ” taste.