冬天,落叶的树木在马路两旁默然站立,灰色的鸽群带着哨音掠过城市的上空。这是一个周末,正午灿烂的阳光透过明净的窗玻璃射进客厅里,让室内充盈着一种新年临近的祥和。面前的朱德禄坐在沙发上,神态亲切而平和,涤去了我们来前怀有的种种神秘和敬畏。他已是77的老人,但他的双眸炯炯有神,思路敏锐,说话严谨而富有条理。 In winter, deciduous trees stand silently on both sides of the road, and the gray pigeons sweep over the city with whistles. This is a weekend, noon, the bright sunshine through the clear glass into the living room, so that the interior filled with a New Year approaching peace. In front of Zhu Delon sitting on the couch, demeanor cordial and peaceful, to remove all the mystery and awe we have before. He is already an old man of 77, but his eyes are bright and piercing, his mind is sharp, his speech is precise and organized.