听《加州旅店》这样的老歌,就像看那个年代遗留的老照片,在我们看来颜色已退,面目凋零,但对于和那段历史荣辱与共的一代人来说,却是踩上尾巴头就会动的啊。这首似乎有些老掉牙的老歌,给美国那一代人端起了怀旧的最好的酒杯。1973年,“老鹰”乐队出版这张《加州旅店》唱碟的时候,我在北大荒插队,在那一年的秋天割豆子,一人一条垄,一条垄八里长,从清早一直割到天黑,结了霜 Listen to “California Hotel” such an old song, like to see the old photos left that era, in our opinion the color has receded, face dying, but for that period of history and honor shared a generation of people, it is stepping on the tail Head will move ah. This song seems to be some old-fashioned old songs, the generation of people in the United States end up nostalgic best glass. In 1973, when the “Eagle” band published this “California Hotel” record disc, I dropped a team in the Great Northern Wilderness and cut beans in the fall of that year. One ridge, one ridge and eight miles, cut from the early morning till the sky Black, frost