七十一岁的玛格丽特·杜拉斯走进少女时代玛格丽特·杜拉斯的爱情,就像戴望舒走进他的雨巷,一片朦胧的诗意四处弥漫开来。一个身穿连衣裙、头戴毡帽的法国小姑娘独自倚在湄公河渡船的舷墙上,出神地凝望着两岸薄雾笼罩的树木和村舍。河水在悄无声息然而快速地流淌,就像她体内奔流不羁的血液。她没有意识到自己的百无聊赖正是一种期待,这种不自觉的来自生命 Marguerite Duras, a seventy-one-year-old man, marches into the love of Marguerite Duras, a girlhood, just as Dai Wangshu walks into his rainy alley. A Frenchwoman dressed in a dirndl and a felt hat leaned alone on the bulwark of the Mekong ferry, staring nervously at the misty trees and cottages on both banks. The river flows silently but rapidly, just like the blood flowing in her body. She did not realize her own boredom is an expectation, this unconscious from life