正是上午,街上没有人。老人一个人窝在罗纳河畔的长椅上,七月的阳光掺杂着远处的薰衣草花香将老人的影子投射在棱角分明的石墙上,那被缓缓流动的信仰砌筑的砖墙呼应着伴有蜜蜂振翅声的微风,散发着柔和的光亮。闻着甜腻的微风,老人似乎看见了远处大片大片的紫色花田。少女在馥郁的紫色中躲藏,一会儿连同着香气隐没在浓郁里,一会儿却又捧着一大束花,踩着悄无声息的脚步声被他 It is the morning, no one in the street. An elderly man nest in a bench by the Rhône, the July sunshine mixed with lavender flowers in the distance will project the shadow of the elderly on the angular stone wall, the slowly flowing masonry brick wall Echoing the breeze accompanied by the bee’s vibration, exudes a soft light. Smell the sweet breeze, the elderly seem to see a large field of purple flowers in the distance. Girl hidden in the fragrance of purple, while hidden in the aroma with a rich, while holding a large bouquet of flowers, stepping on the quiet footsteps by him