“十二月初,柠檬树和香桃木上的花朵依然盛开着。我每天夜里坐在室外的露台上,一直到清晨五点,陷在恰人的气温中……尽管月色照耀下的景致清亮动人,尽管花朵的香气将我包裹在其中,我的夜却并非是激荡心神的。我坐在那里,全然不像一个寻找灵感的诗人,而只是在慵懒闲散中凝视与倾听……” “In early December, the flowers on the lemon and the myrtle still bloom, and I sit on the outdoor terrace every night until five in the morning, stuck in the right temperature ... despite the clear moonlight Moving, though I am surrounded by the fragrance of the flower, my night is not aroused, and I sit there, totally unlike a poet looking for inspiration, but only gazing and listening in lazy idleness ... ”