对于那个与她手拉着手、肩并着肩的男人来说,她绝不一般,对他而言,她就是整个世界。 我以前总爱幻想自己坐在巴黎路边咖啡馆,一边吸着法国高卢牌香烟一边用铅笔在笔记本上写着什么。不是写经济学方面的文章,而是写译本小说或诗歌,甚至可能是一篇哲学论文。但我不时抬起眼睛去看路过的姑娘们。 For the man she held her hand and shoulders shoulder to shoulder, she was by no means ordinary, and to him she was the whole world. I used to love fantasizing about sitting in a Parisian cafe by the side and writing something on my notebook with a pencil while smoking a Gallic card in France. Instead of writing articles in economics, writing novels or poems may even be a philosophical essay. But from time to time I raised my eyes to see the passing girls.