“今天要来点苹果吗?”一个欢快的声音在我工作室的窗边问道。“晚熟果、红秋果、君袖果?你不能用个蒲式耳容器来装吗?”我走出去瞧了一瞧,十月的正午,外面一片阴霾。乍一看,这个女人看起来似乎比世界上所有的大婶都要苍老。她脸上的皱纹是我年岁的两倍(我当时26岁,傲慢无知),整张脸就像是一束香草捧花,让你想到艾菊和百里香。但是她身上最引人注目的地方是她那双美丽的棕色眼睛里闪烁着的光芒。 “Are you going to order an apple today?” Asked a cheerful voice at the window of my studio. “Late ripe fruit, red autumn fruit, monarch fruit? You can not use a bushel container to install it?” I went out and glanced, at noon in October, outside a haze. At first glance, this woman seems to be older than all the ladies in the world. Her wrinkles on my face were twice as long as I was (I was 26 at the time, arrogant and ignorant) and the entire face was like a bouquet of fragrant herbs that made you think of tansy and thyme. But the highlight of her was the gleam of her beautiful brown eyes.