“水是眼波横,山是眉峰聚,欲问行人去那边,眉眼盈盈处。”望着那穿着风衣的老人的背影,我如是想。那是我八九岁的时候,巴黎带着幻想色彩的风正吹拂着我的面颊。我在圣母院门口立着,憧憬着能看到“爱斯美拉达”翩翩起舞,再被敲钟人带走。当然,我未能如愿,但年幼的我已十分满足了。这在书里、电视里 “The water is the horizontal wave of the eye, and the mountain is the peak of the eyebrow. If you want to ask the pedestrian to go over there, the eyebrows will appear in the surplus area.” I looked back at the figure of the old man in the trench coat, and I thought so. That was when I was eight or nine years old. Paris was blowing my cheeks with a fanatical wind. I stood in the door of Notre Dame, squatting and seeing “Amis Rada” danced, and was taken away by bells. Of course, I failed to do so, but I was very satisfied with my young age. This is in books and television