巴黎是喧嚣的,这喧嚣却与我隔着。在这个“隔”中,我逐渐喜欢上了孤独。深入一种情绪,你就能发现其中的级别。即便是孤独,也是不一样的。我在南京的孤独有别于巴黎的孤独。然后,我又发现还有更好的孤独。几天前,我开车去鲁昂。一出巴黎,就看到一个又一个宁静的小村,像被时光遗弃了,默默地坐落在草地与林木的深处。教堂的钟声不紧不慢地响着,一幢一幢灰色的房屋,聚居在这塔尖高耸的教堂周围。所有的窗户底下,大门外的墙边上,都开满了鲜花。 Paris is noisy, this noise is separated from me. In this “interval ”, I gradually like to be alone. Deep into a mood, you can find the level. Even loneliness is not the same. My loneliness in Nanjing is different from the loneliness in Paris. Then, I found out that I had a better solitude. A few days ago, I drove to Rouen. Once out of Paris, one after another to see a quiet village, abandoned by time, silently located in the grass and trees deep. The chime of the church bells and whistles, a gray house surrounded by towering churches. Under all the windows, the walls outside the main entrance are full of flowers.