那夜与往常一样,起自太平洋海湾的浓雾腾腾升起,瞬间遮蔽了旧金山城。我们七弯八拐地停好车,爬坡登上阿拉莫一处依坡而建、名曰Westerfeld的维多丽亚式古老楼房的台阶。拉开大门,一个全身皮毛状似老虎的人边微笑边以虎步迎向我们,刚要惊悚退出,他说话了:欢迎莅临神秘中途岛,您将在这里度过一个“回到从前”的仲夏之夜。话毕,他即跳跃着走开。灯光曼妙,梦幻般 That night, as usual, the fog rising from the Pacific Ocean rose and instantly covered the city of San Francisco. We parked the car in a staggered manner, climbed up the hill and built Alamo according to the slope, named Westerfeld Victorian-style ancient building steps. Open the door, a body-like fur-like tiger who smiled and approached us tiger-footed, just to be thrilled to exit, he spoke: Welcome to the mysterious Midway, where you will spend a “back to the past” Midsummer night. If yes, he just jumped away. Light graceful, fantastic