他没有觉察到时光在家里造成的细微而又令人心碎的破坏,这么长日子外出之后,对任何一个有着清晰记忆的人来说,这种破坏都会觉得是一场灾难。墙上石灰剥蚀,角落里蛛网结成了肮脏的绒花,海棠花上有泥,横梁上白蚁啃出条条脉路,门臼里长出青苔,怀念在他面前铺设了种种狡诈的陷阱,对这一切,奥雷里亚诺·布恩蒂亚上校毫不痛心。起义军代表团来到这里,招待他们的是一群穿着白长袍的、活泼的见习修女,她们活像一群白鸽子,被雨水打得到处飞舞。 He did not perceive the subtle but heartbreaking destruction of time at home, and after such a long time had gone out, it would be a disaster for anyone with a clear memory. The wall of lime denudation, the corner of the cob formed dirty velvet, begonia flower mud, termites on the beams chew out of the road, the door mortar grow moss, laying in front of him laying a variety of cunning pitfalls, Colonel Orelliano Búñëa is not sad at all. The rebel army delegation came here to entertain them a group of lively nun in white robes, they are like a group of white pigeons, hit by rain hit everywhere.