阳光明媚的午后,我们一路爬坡,来到了克鲁姆洛夫小城边的山坡上,在一道马蹄形弯的伏尔塔瓦河环绕下,一片红屋顶建筑格外艳丽,那尖耸教堂和彩绘高塔,成了小城的视觉中心。水面上几条皮划艇飞梭,打破了小城的宁静,也不觉让人从幻觉中惊醒,此刻并非在伦勃朗的画里,而是在真实的生活中。下山坡,穿过小桥,走进小城,沿着宽窄、直曲的小街前行,两边是鳞次栉比的商铺小店。街上飘溢 In the sunny afternoon, we climbed all the way to the hillside on the small town of Cesky Krumlov, surrounded by a horseshoe-shaped Vltava, with a gorgeous red-roofed building, a church towering and painted high Tower, has become the visual center of the town. Several canoe jets on the water, breaking the quiet town, do not feel awakened from the hallucinations, now not in Rembrandt’s paintings, but in real life. Down the hill, through the bridge, into the town, along the narrow, straight song of small street forward, on both sides of the row upon row of shops shop. Floating on the street