在巴黎,人们想像大自然有六个月毫无生机,可是小麦从秋天就开始发芽,而冬天惨淡的阳光———大家惯于这样描写它———是一年之中最灿烂、最辉煌的。当它拨开云雾,当它在严冬傍晚披上闪烁发光的紫红色长袍坠落时,人们几乎无法忍受它那令人炫目的光芒。即使在这个严寒却偏偏不恰 In Paris, people imagine that nature has six months of life, but wheat began to germinate in the autumn, while the bleak sunshine of winter --- we used to describe it --- is the most splendid and most brilliant of. It barely tolerates its dazzling light as it puffs out the clouds as it clung to a sparkling fuchsia robe over the winter months. Even in this cold but it is not exactly right